“Oh, yeah.”
“Smokin’ hot,” Gwen chimed in.“Sexy carpenter and a silver fox daddy.”
Chloe grimaced.“What have I told you about the daddy stuff?”
“They’re bisexual,” Bailey went on, ignoring Chloe.“They like to do her and each other all at the same time.”
“You don’t get a massage,” Marissa declared.
“Dammit,” Chloe muttered.
“What about me?”Gwen said, raising her hand like a kid in class.“I haven’t had sex.Do I get a massage?”
“No,” Bailey said before Marissa could answer.“It’s not your birthday.You can have one on your birthday.”
“Sorry,” Marissa said with a shrug and, picking up Bailey’s hand, went back to work.
“Well, this sucks.You get a massage and Chloe had sex.What do I get?”Gwen wondered.
“You can have the bathtub first this time,” Bailey said and closed her eyes, determined to enjoy the time she had left with Marissa’s magic fingers.
When the massage was over, she opened them on a blissful sigh.Gwen and Chloe had disappeared, and she was back in the pleasure-fog.Feeling warm and loose and pretty damn good about turning thirty in a couple of hours, Bailey wrapped herself up in a hotel robe and guzzled a bottle of water while Marissa broke down the table.
“Plenty of water now, so you don’t get sore,” Marissa instructed, and waved her down when she started to stand.“No, you just relax, honey.I know the way out.”
“Thanks.”Digging into the pocket of the robe, Bailey pulled out the cash she’d tucked there earlier for a tip.“This is for you.”
Marissa’s smile warmed.“Thank you, honey.I’m going to give you my card.”She plucked one out of the pocket of the short spa jacket that would’ve looked boxy on any other woman.But there was no way to square off those curves.“Just in case.”
Bailey took the card, intrigued by the smile that accompanied it.She was in a sex slump and her radar was admittedly rusty, but it was beeping now.“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Marissa’s laugh was a throaty purr.“You do that, honey.Bye, now.”
“Bye.”Bailey watched her carry the table out and wondered idly if the pendulum-like swing in Marissa’s generous hips was their usual motion, or if it had been added for her benefit.
When the door clicked shut, she tucked the card in her pocket and went to find her friends.
The hotel suite was huge, but having been there before for Chloe’s birthday in January, she wound her way easily through the marble-tiled maze to the main bedroom.As she approached the open double doors, the unmistakable sounds of a baseball game told her Gwen had won the battle for the remote.Well, she’d fix that.
“We are not watching baseball on my birthday,” she announced, walking into the room.
“Told you,” Chloe mumbled smugly from her spot in the middle of the big bed.Well, as smugly as she could with the sheet mask covering her face.
“Your birthday’s tomorrow,” Gwen reminded her and adjusted her glasses carefully on her nose.She wore a mask too, and both of them had changed into robes that matched Bailey’s.“And besides, you weren’t here.”
“Well, I’m here now.”To settle the matter, Bailey plucked the remote off the bed and turned off the television.
“Thank you,” Chloe said.
“You’re welcome.What’s on your face?”
“A mask.”Chloe lifted a finger to poke at it.“I forget what kind.”
“It’s collagen,” Gwen told her.“Hydrating.”
“Right.My skin is having a drink.”
“Cool.”Bailey climbed onto the bed.“I want one.”