Sublime Spa Cambridge Novels & Stories

YVONNE’S P O V “A healing spa?” I asked, cautiously. Mr Voss undid his seatbelt as the driver parked in front of the spa. I undid mine as well, not quite believing this was where he meant us to be We both stepped out of the car My brow pinched, the late morning sun warm on my skin. ”Is this where we're meant to be, sir?” My eyes darted to the wooden sign that read the place's name. Terme d’Argento – Home of Exclusive Holistic Retreat.

Along the right, hidden behind seamless wood paneling, was a state-of-the-art private tactical command suite, allowing them to monitor global syndicate telemetry without ever leaving their personal haven. "This is extraordinary..." Valerie breathed, her dark eyes taking in every meticulous detail. "We are only on the first level, my Queen," Damian rasped with a low, wicked grin. Lucian led her up the floating black marble staircase to the middle level: the private wellness spa. The entire floor was dedicated to deep physical indulgence. A massive subterranean hot spring pool, fed by deep coastal water and heated to absolute perfection, glowed with soft underwater gold lighting. Surrounding t

I stood by the bathroom door, clutching my towel tightly to my chest, my mouth slightly open as I stared at the full luxury spa setup in the middle of my room. What…?! I stared at the pretty therapist, who offered me a polite, professional head tilt, and then back at Grace, who looked thoroughly pleased with the arrangement. The lavender and eucalyptus steam was already curling into the air, filling my bedroom with the rich, soothing aroma of a five-star resort. "He sent... a massage therapist?" I managed to ask again, my voice betraying my utter confusion as I held the towel firmly in place. "His absolute best," Grace confirmed smoothly, holding out the glass of cucumber water toward me. "M

The lady held the conversation and smiled back. “I’m sorry ma’am but Sir Bradley is very busy and he needs to be booked for any meeting, Right now the schedule is fully booked for the day”, she announced. I knew we could easily buy her over with a little bribe or promise. “You know good looking ladies like you usually go to the spa on weekends, let me book an appointment with Safari Spa for you”. I told her in a whisper and just then I saw her grin spread from ear to ear. “Really?” she asked in an excited tone.

Clover POV I stepped out of the shower still half-laughing at the mess with Cameron. The hot water had washed off the awkward residue of his wrong-name moan, but my brain kept replaying the “open relationship” pitch like it was a bad rom-com line. I wrapped a towel around myself and padded into the bedroom, phone in hand, when it buzzed with a message from my spa manager. “Client requesting the full facial with you specifically. Said it’s urgent and only you’ll do. She’s already here waiting.”

Cole turned and looked down the street in the direction Sean had come probably thinking of how he was gonna go grab his copy. "Nobody wanders off again," Mira said, her gaze moving around the group and landing on Cole specifically. Cole turned back. "Why are you looking at me. I wasn't even the one who—" "Cole." Sean adjusted his sunglasses. The rest of us started moving and after a second Cole followed. Mira stopped in front of an old building and turned around like she was actually about to present something completely reasonable. "Sentō," she said. "It's a public bathhouse. One of the oldest ones still running in Tokyo." She looked around the group. "I know…I know, but don't worry the boy

Lio was trying his best to lay my worries to rest but his uncertainty just made me worry more. The Amarose Spa was located in a large city called Misona. Misona was about sixty miles east of Delwyn so it was a nice, long drive. The Amarose Spa was on a hillside overlooking the city with a beautiful man-made lake surrounding it. It was amazing work for something nature didn’t create. The Spa building itself was a large, cobblestone cabin with pine wood pillars on each corner of the building. The parking lot was off to the far left and wrapped around the building in an ‘L’ shape. The parking lot wasn’t packed today, but there were at least ten cars throughout the entire lot.

The title was crude but effective: **“Blackwood’s Young Curator – Private Spa Session”** The clip was only 47 seconds long, but it was devastating. It showed me straddling Damien on the massage table at the Elysium Spa, my emerald dress pushed up around my waist, head thrown back in unmistakable ecstasy as he thrust up into me. My moans were audible. His hands gripped my hips possessively. The angle was clear enough to identify both of us without doubt.

The driver announced, bringing the car to a halt. Jules pulled the window down, taking in the building before her. It was large with glass windows and tinted glass walls. The decor was beautiful and satisfying to take in and Jules was already glad she's taken this day off. “Welcome ma'am." A smiling attendant greeted as soon as Jules walked into the massive spa. The lady relieved her of her purse and led her further into the building. It had a manicure and pedicure studio and also unisex salons. But the most intriguing of all was the hot tub, and Jules couldn't wait to sink in.

"I-I think I need some air." Cameron steadied me gently. "Let's get you to the bathroom to wash up, you'll feel better." The ensuite was as luxurious as the rest of the boat, with marble tiles, a soaking tub, glass showers,double vanities. Cameron wet a fluffy towel under the tap. "Here, wipe your face." I did as he suggested, splashing cool water on my flushed skin too. It helped ground me a little, though my thoughts remained in a fuzzy haze. He assessed me with a concerned gaze.