The naughty spa experience
Chloe
The spa was perfect, a serene escape from the madness outside. Soft music played in the background, and the scent of lavender filled the air as warm hands kneaded the tension from my shoulders. I smirked to myself, satisfied. Jake thought he was smart, but I always stayed a step ahead.
As the masseuse worked, my phone vibrated on the side table. I lazily opened one eye and glanced at the screen. It was Jake.
"Could you please pause for a second?" I turned to the masseuse, my voice calm but eager. Picking up the phone, I swiped to answer. "Well, well," I said, drawing out the words. "If it isn't my favorite person."
"Chloe," Jake's voice came through, tight and controlled. "I need to talk to you."
"Talk away, darling," I purred, leaning back into the massage table. "I always have time for you."
There was a pause, and I could almost hear him gritting his teeth. Oh, how I loved pushing his buttons.