Free Still a Bad Boy: A New Adult Romantic Suspense by Ada Scott Page A

AquaVell.  My name is Sonia, this is Sven, I’ll be your primary relaxation coordinator today,” said the woman.
    “Hi.  Where is everybody else? I read this was the most sought-after health spa in the state.”
    “It is, but the venue has been hired out for the day, so there will be nobody here except yourself and the staff.  We’ve never been hired out before, it’s not something that’s officially available, but I was told you made an offer we couldn’t refuse.  So, it will be my absolute pleasure to get you started!”
    “It wasn’t me,” I said.
    “Well, somebody likes you! Follow me, please.”
    “Can I take your bag?” asked Sven.
    “No, I’m OK, thanks.” All I had in there was interview preparation stuff anyway.
    Sonia led me through the doors that Sven held open for us, and then gave me a brief overview of the facilities.
    “Through those doors are the changing rooms.  Once you’ve showered, you can put on one of our bathrobes and exit on the other side, which will take you out into the area just on the other side of those doors.  That’s essentially the main hub of AquaVell in there.  From there you can choose from over twenty different relaxation rooms and spend as much or as little time as you’d like in any of them.  If you come back through these doors, you can have anything you like from our onsite café over there, or down that corridor you can have a private massage.  I’ll be at your beck and call if you’ve got any questions or requests, and nothing is too much trouble for you, Ma’am.”
    I wasn’t used to anybody, let alone anybody older than me, calling me “Ma’am.” It was kind of surreal.
    “Thank you.  Can I… um… have a towel?”
    “There are stacks of them in the changing room.” Sonia beamed.
    “Oh, good then.  Well, see you on the other side I guess.”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    After showering and dressing myself in an AquaVell branded bathrobe, I entered what Sonia had called the hub.  She was standing halfway between myself and a table sporting a pile of strawberries, a giant chocolate fountain, an assortment of light snacks and a fresh bottle of Champagne in a fresh bucket of ice, with a man behind it ready to serve it up.  Dreamy music played over speakers I couldn’t spot anywhere and Sonia took a couple of steps towards me.
    “Help yourself.  Normally, food isn’t allowed in this part of the spa, but you can come and go into any of the rooms with anything you like.  Personally, I’d recommend just drinking water.  Some of the saunas are pretty hot and you’ll be sweating.  The last thing you want is a hangover when you’re trying to relax.”
    “Thanks, good thinking.”
    I approached the table and the man picked up a kind of long fork in his immaculately-white gloved hands, which he offered to me.  “Good morning, young lady.  Can I recommend a chocolate-dipped strawberry? The chocolate is very fresh this time of year.”
    “Oh my gosh! Yes please!”
    An unsuspecting strawberry near the top of the pile was mercilessly impaled and drowned in chocolate within a few seconds.  I let the excess drip off for a second before bringing it to my mouth and biting down.
    “Mmmmm.”
    I closed my eyes and savored the taste.  The chocolate was rich, the strawberry was the freshest and tastiest I’d ever had, it practically burst with flavor in my mouth.  When I opened my eyes, the man was nodding knowingly and was already holding out a new fork.
    A second strawberry fell to my onslaught before I thanked him, picked up an ice cold bottle of water and let Sonia take me on a quick tour around the room where she described what I would find behind each door.  At her recommendation, I started off in the Balinese Multi-Steam room.
    As I breathed in the humid air and smelled the various aromas, I did my best to concentrate on the direction I hoped to take the interview in later on.  Despite my best efforts, every breath I took only made me