Sublime Spa Cambridge Novels & Stories

They are always so busy with two Kingdoms to run. Mariana rented out the spa for the three of them to make sure there were no distractions. She wanted them all to be in the same room so that they can talk and have fun together. When they arrived at the spa they happily went inside and were escorted to the changing rooms. They changed into fluffy white robes and fluffy pink slippers. Mariana had a little surprise for them all. They were led into a room that had a huge hot tub. “This looks so inviting”, Selene nearly moaned. She couldn't wait to soak her aching back in the hot water.

"And this is the bathroom, miss." Taking in the spa-like bathroom, I couldn't imagine what else I could possibly want--much less need. The white marble room rivaled any high-end resort I'd ever seen in Conde Nast with its freestanding soaking tub, oversized glass-enclosed rain shower, and dual vanities topped with beautiful fixtures. Every surface glowed with warm lighting, and fresh orchids added pops of vibrant color throughout the space. Luxurious amenities like plush robes, premium toiletries, and fluffy towels awaited. "Should you need anything else, please just let me know. I will be back to take you to Mr. McIntyre in an hour."

~ALINA JOHNSON~ The spa smelled like lavender, eucalyptus and money. That was the first thought that came to my mind as Maya and I stepped deeper into the private wing reserved for premium clients of Phoenix Empire. Everything about the place looked expensive in a way that didn’t scream for attention. Cream walls with gold-lined panels. Marble floors so polished they caught reflections. Soft music drifting through hidden speakers. Staff gliding around with trained smiles and voices too gentle to ever sound real. Their faces looked like they aged backwards and you could literally feel calmness and inner peace radiate from them.

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Emma noticed that the champagne was Bollinger. Emma was almost afraid to drink it. "I'm sure Mrs. Valentine has explained the purpose of our little establishment to you," Mrs. Hartley began as the maid left the room. "But let me explain a little further." She settled on the edge of her writing desk, her ankles primly tucked under one another, her knees tight together. "We provide luxuries for women who can afford them. Our spa is both a day spa and an extended stay spa. Members come from all over the country to indulge in our services. Our employees are all well screened and each one signs a non-disclosure form before they are allowed to even attend the orientation session.

I truly hope those sleeping in their dorm room beds have a restful sleep. Until we meet again here in the Supernatural Spa...

in me knew I should stop him, but the girl who had been pinned against the guest room railing was already leaning into the heat. Emma: It’s only been a few days, Luca. Luca: Too long. I’ve been thinking about the way you looked in that mesh dress. And the way you looked without it. I’ve got a private spa in the next town—totally off the grid, no Millers, no Carters, no prying eyes. Thinking about taking you there this weekend for another massage. One with a very happy ending. What do you think? The suggestion sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core. A private spa. No cameras. No blackmail. Just the two of us and the kind of release that only Luca knew how to give me.

When I did, he said, “Are you sure you want to know now? I thought we could wait until after dinner.” This man was infuriating. “Tell me now.” I demanded, starting to get slightly perturbed. “Okay, okay.” He chuckled at my impatience. “I got you a spa camp ticket. I’ll drop you off there tomorrow morning.” I tried not to let the disappointment show too much on my face as he continued. Was he trying to get rid of me? “It’s a special retreat that caters to lactating mothers. They will also gently message you, and you can be sure that any treatments you have there is safe.”

Or is her mind playing tricks on her? 《The Spa》 The spa was one of the many exclusive spas in the city. To be allowed in, you need an invite from the owner of the spa. Finding its owner is the same as looking for a needle in the dark. Impossible. Somehow, Celine didn't even have to show the security membership card. She just strolled right in. The spa is scented with lavender and eucalyptus. Soft music played in the background, and the gentle sounds of water trickling from decorative fountains was strangely relaxing.

Cameron and I stayed to finish our drinks. "You and Vivienne need to come over this Saturday to see our new hot tub. It is a beauty," Cameron said. "Fiona is planning some appetizers, and there will be plenty to drink. Come on, it will be fun. I paid a lot for this tub; I want to get some use out of it."