“Couple’s package?”
“Two sets of treatments instead of one.” I gave way to the smile that was pulling on the sides of my mouth.”
“And who might be the couple in question?” She glared at me.
“This is all a mistake and it will all be sorted out shortly. I'm sorry if you feel like I'm wasting your time.”
“You should be. I'm offended. You wave a couple’s experience in my face and then you pull it away at the last second. You should be sorry.”
“Enough from you, I swear.”
“Why did you book a French place anyway? What's wrong with American spas?”
She ignored me completely and walked back to the woman she was talking to before. She started talking again but instead of the other woman nodding and agreeing with her, she seemed to get agitated with her. With no understanding of the language they were speaking, I could tell that they were arguing. I walked back up to Missy's side.
“What's she saying?” I asked.
“Stay out of this,” she snapped at me before continuing her conversation. The woman she was talking to was getting frustrated, I could tell from her voice and so was Missy.
“She wants us to take a couple’s thing, right? You want us to take the couple's thing?” I asked the woman directly.
“Stay out of this, Easton.”
“Let's just do it, it's not a big deal.”
“That's highly inappropriate, Easton.”
“What's the worst that could happen? At this rate, they're going to cancel the appointment but charge you for it anyway.”
“I don't want,” she started but then she didn't continue with her statement. She didn't have to say that she didn't want a repeat of what had taken place in the changing room. I personally did want a repeat of what had taken place in the changing room, but I understood that I wasn't going to get anywhere with that.
“Nothing's going to happen, you think I can't keep my hands off you?”
She pursed her lips and then turned back to the woman. She must have told her that we were going to accept the package because she smiled and started beckoning to both of us to follow her.
“I can't believe I'm doing this with you,” Missy said as we walked down a short hallway and into a lowly lit room with two massage tables close to each other.
“Would you give it a rest already? You're acting like you're being tortured alive when really all you're doing is getting a massage. Don't you think you can last an hour with me without begging me to take you?”
“Why did I come here?” she said out loud. The woman started talking again in French which I deduced to mean take off your clothes and lay on the table. She really thought we were a couple, didn’t she? Damn, she really didn't understand English, otherwise, she would know that she was asking Missy to do the one thing on Earth that she didn't want to do. I watched Missy. She looked around the room, at the massage tables covered with towels, at me, then at the rest of the room.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” I pulled my shirt off. I saw a blush spread across her cheeks.
“Turn around, I don't want you to see me.” I thought about teasing her but reconsidered. It was clear by now that this was not her plan. She did not want to be here with me and making this harder for her was just going to make it harder for me too. I turned around and took my clothes off, keeping my head turned as I got on to my massage table. I couldn't see her, but I could hear her taking her clothes
off and then finally laying down on her table.
“Aren't you glad you're still working with me?”
“Excuse me?” she asked.
“I said,” I turned to look at her. “Aren't you glad you're still working for me?”
“No. I never imagined I'd be in this position with a client before.”
“You are at a fucking French Spa getting a free massage. Imagine working this hard for that much money. Toby and I are practically slave drivers. I wonder why all our employees haven’t quit and protested in the streets.”
She giggled silently. “I can't complain about the massage, but I will complain about my companion.”