Sublime Spa Cambridge Novels & Stories

Camila almost screamed in delight at how beautiful the place looked . the living room was huge, with a very large plasma television, the kitchen was opposite it, with Gothic style cupboards and marble counter tops, she walked through the house into the corridor, it had 15 rooms all with bathrooms, a hot tub in all of them, a game room, theater room and an indoor pool.

Cole asks. “Lumen.” “For real?” “Yeah, once.” “You gay, bro?” Micah lifts his gaze, blue eyes wide behind thick-rimmed glasses. He looks a little like a lost puppy, and I feel that same tug in my chest from when he first joined the team. The urge to protect him, even though he probably doesn’t need it. “It’s a spa, isn’t it?” he says. “I went there to relax. They have saunas and pools and shit.”

“Rach, I may not be able to pick you up so soon tomorrow morning can I organise a lift for you, I’m just scared I’m going to be hungover with tonights drinking” “Yeah thanks that makes sense” He couldn’t leave sooner barely saying good bye I turned around and looked at the spa. It was beautiful. I walked in from sharp alpine air, snow crunching under my boots. The building is timber and glass, low and modern. Everything smells faintly of cedarwood and something herbal… pine, maybe eucalyptus. Inside, it’s dim but not dark. Soft golden lighting. Stone floors warmed underneath. Thick white robes waiting in neat rows. No clutter or noise. Just the low hum of water moving somewhere unseen. With

“So what were you guys talking about?” The conversation immediately shifted. Hayes leaned back slightly. “I was asking Camille if she knows somewhere she can meet Serena that would feel like a coincidence.” My attention moved toward Camille. She looked calmer than she had yesterday. “Serena always goes to a particular spa every Saturday at nine.” I blinked. Then immediately did the math. “Tomorrow is Saturday.” “Yes.” Hayes nodded once. “We’ll try tomorrow.” The room fell quiet. Camille nodded. No hesitation. I looked at her.

I turned to my laptop, entered the password, exposing a grainy, black and white close up of our spouses in the hot-tub. Krista looked over my shoulder. "What's that?" "CCD, low-light, and infrared camera with PTZ, pan, tilt and zoom." I adjusted the picture, switching from infrared to low-light, and getting a dark but pretty visible shot of our spouses chatting amiably, only a foot or so apart. "They're looking pretty chummy," Krista noted. I turned to her, and dropped my towel, opening her robe. "Alex, they're waiting for us to leave," she cautioned me, as she slowly dropped to her knees in front of my rampant hard-on.

‘That wasn’t my question. ‘Oh. I expect you want to ask me about my revenue projections. I’ve had an order for five thousand from Hot Spa. They’re the most exclusive chain of spa hotels in Greece. But of course you know that...’ Her voice tailed off. ‘You own them.’ Damian handed the candle back to her. ‘That wasn’t my question, either.’ She gulped. Licked her lips. ‘Sorry—I’m talking too much. I do that when I’m—’

As we made our way to the spa, I giggled and shook my head, saying, "Fine, but if he kills me, I'm coming after you with rattling chains and whatnot." "Your JJ will be the only thing he kills," Katia shrugged. "Katia," I exclaimed, "Down girl," my cheeks flushed with shame. We were greeted by a beautiful atmosphere as soon as we entered the spa. Soft, soothing music played in the background, complementing the gentle lighting and calming aromas that filled the air. The spa was adorned with elegant decor, featuring plush seating and luxurious fabrics, creating a serene and inviting ambiance that immediately put us at ease. As I breathed in the lavender scent, I felt my body relax. After receiv

Her smile looked wide and easy, but I wondered if it was only a mask. I stepped inside, curious despite myself. The spa was shaped like an L. The longer section had polished wooden floors. The shorter one was stone, cool and sleek. In the center of that stone section sat a square pool built into the floor, steam rising from it. Behind the pool was a glass shower the size of a small bedroom. Its faucets hung from the ceiling like rain. “Hot tub. Steam room,” a voice said smoothly from behind us. I turned. Debra Lachlan.

His skin was so white that Cameron wondered if Rhett had ever taken off his top outdoors, but the paleness of his skin didn’t seem to worry the girl who knelt on the seat laughing up at him flirtatiously, her bra and panties made transparent from the water. “Here,” Heath came in behind him and handed him a wine. The cup was made out of plastic, but the design made it almost impossible to tell until it was in his hand. Heath took two cups over to the spa and handed them to Rhett and the girl, before returning to the bar which Cameron leaned against in order to fetch his own cup. He paused in front of Heath, almost chest to chest, so close that Cameron could feel the heat of Heath’s skin. “You

“Of course, little man. You’re part of this, too.” He handed Jaden a small card, and my eyes widened when I saw it. It was embossed, thick, and smelled faintly of leather. I opened it carefully, and inside was a voucher for a private, luxury spa experience, just for the three of us. It wasn’t just any spa; it was the type where the rooms overlooked a cliffside and the sea, where the private infinity pool glimmered with underwater lights, and the massage oils were imported from France. I gasped softly. “Theron… you didn’t…”