Page 57 of The Key To His Soul
“Don’t let me keep you from your business,” I said, making sure my robe was tied tight before climbing up on the table.
“Nah, I let business keep me from you the last time, and you curved me. Can’t let that happen again.”
Smirking, I shrugged. “That shit stung, didn’t it?”
“Hell yeah. Especially when I’m used to being the one doing the curving,” he said cockily.
“Oh, yeah?” I questioned.
“Not like that.” He backed down a little, letting the air out of my excitement.
I loved me a cocky nigga. I’d given him an opening to pop his shit, and he missed the mark.
“Again, let me apologize for that too.”
“All good. You’re making up for it now. Plus, one too many apologies gon’ start making me think that you’re not genuine.”
He smiled genuinely. “Fair.”
“This is nice, by the way,” I commented.
“Yeah,” he replied, looking around. “I looked up the best spas in the area, and this one had the best ratings and reviews.”
“What made you pick a spa?”
“Just wanted a relaxing vibe forreal. Figured after you’ve fed your body, I can help relax it.”
I nodded slowly. “This was strategic. I like that. I like thoughtful men,” I admitted.
His brows lifted, his chest poking out a little. “So, I’m earning a few points?”
“A couple.”
“Gotta start somewhere.”
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Tobias gave the okay to come in, and two women walked in wearing scrubs with glasses of cucumber water.
“Here you are,” one said, handing a glass to me then the other to Tobias. “You ready to start?”
I nodded, taking the water and placing it on the small table next to me. The lights were too dim to see anything other than the cucumber floating at the top, so I opted out of taking a sip. Changing positions, I laid flat on the bed, placing my head in the headrest, and let the masseuse do her thing.
For the first few minutes, I focused solely on relaxing. I didn’t try to spark any conversation, leaving space for Tobias to do the same. The steady pressure of the woman’s hands as she kneaded them into my back worked out knots I didn’t even realize I’d been carrying. Between that and the eucalyptus filling the room, I felt every ounce of tension dissipate from my body. The next thing I knew, I was knocked out, only waking up once the alarm signaling our time was up went off.
My masseuse gave my back a light pat after pulling the sheet up over my body to cover me. “All done,” she said politely.
I was the first to sit up, then Tobias did the same, stretching like he’d been sleep as well.
“I ain’t gon’ lie,” he admitted, “a nigga was knocked out.”
“So was I.”
We both laughed, standing and slipping our feet into the slippers.
“I might have to start coming once a month forreal. I be on the move so much, I never notice how tense I am,” he said, rotating his shoulders.
“Sometimes, you gotta treat yourself. Relaxation is the best treatment.” The word treat made me think about Mehki. My nipples hardened involuntarily as my thoughts drifted off to the backseat of his car.
“You good?” Tobias asked.
