client of the morning, Lora headed to the receptionist's desk to check on her next appointment and what spa treatment she needed to prepare for. She'd already completed a facial, a seaweed body peel, and a mini refresher massage. After reviewing the session log on the computer, it looked like she had a body polish scheduled in the next half hour.
She turned to head toward the treatment rooms to get one of them ready for her next client, but was stopped by the spa's receptionist as the younger girl returned to the front desk.
"I'm glad I caught you," Brittany said as she brought up a list of the spa's daily appointments on the computer. "There's been a change in your schedule this morning."
"According to the log, I have a client coming in for a body polish at eleven."
"Not any longer." The receptionist cleared Lora's next two appointments and rescheduled them with other technicians. "You now have a hot stone massage waiting for you in treatment room five. He just came out of the steam room, so he's all set up, draped, and ready to go." Brittany glanced back up at Lora and grinned. "He must be someone important, considering Ashley St. Claire called up here herself to schedule him an appointment specifically with you today."
That was a bit of a shock. Ashley St. Claire was the hotel owner's daughter, and while she indulged in a spa treatment every once in a while, she'd never pulled strings to make special arrangements for a guest, as she had today. And Lora was equally surprised that it was her services that Ashley had requested for the client.
But, important or not, the man was just another client to Lora, and she gave every customer the best treatment possible. "What's his name?" she asked Brittany, so she could at least address him in a professional manner.
"John Smith."
A nice, nondescript name, she thought, finding the whole scenario a bit strange. "Is he a guest at the hotel?"
"Not according to our records. I already checked. So, he must be a personal friend of the St. Claires'." Grinning, Brittany leaned closer and lowered her voice so other nearby guests couldn't overhear her. "By the way, I'm thinking you're going to want to give him lots of special attention."
Lora caught Brittany's not-so-subtle wink and smiled. "Oh, really?"
"Mmmm. A few of us saw him when he first arrived, and let me tell you, the other technicians were begging me to give him to one of them. He is super-fine and hotter than most of the preppy executives that come up here." The receptionist fanned herself with her hand for effect. "We want details when your appointment with him is over."
"Details?" Lora asked, not sure what kind of inside information they were all after.
The younger woman nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, we all want to know if his body is as rock hard as it looks. Everywhere."
Lora couldn't help but be amused, and was curious as all heck to see this John Smith for herself. "Sorry, but I never gossip about my clients. Or their attributes," she added with a grin.
"Yeah, I know," Brittany said on a disappointed sigh. "But I thought it was at least worth a shot to ask."
The spa's phone rang, forcing the receptionist back to work. She answered the call with a courteous greeting, and after a brief moment began describing what a Spa Signature Sampler entailed to the caller on the other end of the line.
Not wanting to keep her client waiting any longer than necessary, Lora made her way to his room. She quietly slipped inside, grateful to find the room already set up for her. A few aromatherapy candles had been lit, and the pleasant, woodsy-floral fragrance of rosewood filled the air. Soft music played in the background, adding to the soothing, relaxing atmosphere. But it was the gorgeous, well-built specimen of a man laying facedown on the massage table that made everything feminine within her sit up and take notice.
She'd seen a whole lot of nude male
She turned to head toward the treatment rooms to get one of them ready for her next client, but was stopped by the spa's receptionist as the younger girl returned to the front desk.
"I'm glad I caught you," Brittany said as she brought up a list of the spa's daily appointments on the computer. "There's been a change in your schedule this morning."
"According to the log, I have a client coming in for a body polish at eleven."
"Not any longer." The receptionist cleared Lora's next two appointments and rescheduled them with other technicians. "You now have a hot stone massage waiting for you in treatment room five. He just came out of the steam room, so he's all set up, draped, and ready to go." Brittany glanced back up at Lora and grinned. "He must be someone important, considering Ashley St. Claire called up here herself to schedule him an appointment specifically with you today."
That was a bit of a shock. Ashley St. Claire was the hotel owner's daughter, and while she indulged in a spa treatment every once in a while, she'd never pulled strings to make special arrangements for a guest, as she had today. And Lora was equally surprised that it was her services that Ashley had requested for the client.
But, important or not, the man was just another client to Lora, and she gave every customer the best treatment possible. "What's his name?" she asked Brittany, so she could at least address him in a professional manner.
"John Smith."
A nice, nondescript name, she thought, finding the whole scenario a bit strange. "Is he a guest at the hotel?"
"Not according to our records. I already checked. So, he must be a personal friend of the St. Claires'." Grinning, Brittany leaned closer and lowered her voice so other nearby guests couldn't overhear her. "By the way, I'm thinking you're going to want to give him lots of special attention."
Lora caught Brittany's not-so-subtle wink and smiled. "Oh, really?"
"Mmmm. A few of us saw him when he first arrived, and let me tell you, the other technicians were begging me to give him to one of them. He is super-fine and hotter than most of the preppy executives that come up here." The receptionist fanned herself with her hand for effect. "We want details when your appointment with him is over."
"Details?" Lora asked, not sure what kind of inside information they were all after.
The younger woman nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, we all want to know if his body is as rock hard as it looks. Everywhere."
Lora couldn't help but be amused, and was curious as all heck to see this John Smith for herself. "Sorry, but I never gossip about my clients. Or their attributes," she added with a grin.
"Yeah, I know," Brittany said on a disappointed sigh. "But I thought it was at least worth a shot to ask."
The spa's phone rang, forcing the receptionist back to work. She answered the call with a courteous greeting, and after a brief moment began describing what a Spa Signature Sampler entailed to the caller on the other end of the line.
Not wanting to keep her client waiting any longer than necessary, Lora made her way to his room. She quietly slipped inside, grateful to find the room already set up for her. A few aromatherapy candles had been lit, and the pleasant, woodsy-floral fragrance of rosewood filled the air. Soft music played in the background, adding to the soothing, relaxing atmosphere. But it was the gorgeous, well-built specimen of a man laying facedown on the massage table that made everything feminine within her sit up and take notice.
She'd seen a whole lot of nude male
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