Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
We land some distance away, on a blue slab of pavement bound by a lush green field. I wait for the pilot to help me out, and he points me to the edge of the helicopter pad where a white woman in a purple-gray smock waves to me.
“Welcome to Miravelle Resort,” she greets me. She’s holding a binder and makes no move to shake my hand. “I’m Jennifer, and I’ll be your spa attendant today. How was your flight?”
Spa attendant?
“Fast,” I say. Before I can ask what’s going on, she beams and says, “Right this way.”
I follow her down the pea-gravel path toward one of the white buildings. Even in the dead of winter, the landscaping is immaculate, with elegant white birch trees rising over a carpet of purple heather and evergreen shrubs. “This is a spa?”
“And a wellness resort.” She hurries ahead to open a door for me revealing an inner walkway lined with indoor fountains and shining geode crystals larger than me. I want to stand and gape, but for Jennifer’s sake, I hustle through. It's chilly today, with snow on the ground, and she’s not wearing a coat. Her round cheeks are pink with cold.
I check my phone again. “Is there a meeting here or…?”
“Oh no.” She opens the next set of doors and sweeps out a hand. “Your boss booked the whole spa for you today. You’re getting a sampling of all our top treatments.” She flips open the binder and shows me my itinerary, starting with a body wrap and facial, and ending with a massage and relaxation time in the saunas and serenity pool. I’m grateful she’s so excited to explain all this because I’m still in shock. I expected Brick to dish out something awful and epic, but I never expected this.
Tears smart my eyes. “My boss booked all of this…for me?” Oh God, what is happening?
“Yes.” Jennifer closes the binder with a snap and hugs it to her ample chest. “He said you’ve been working hard on a project and deserve it.”
“He said that?”
“Well, it was implied.” Her eyes take a dreamy cast. “You’re so lucky to work for him. He sounds like the greatest boss ever. So generous.”
“He’s….something, all right.” My chest is unaccountably tight. My eyes are still smarting.
I don’t understand what’s happening right now. I pushed the envelope by giving everyone the week off, recklessly testing my boss. The moment I heard my actions had caused a real dilemma, I regretted them. It’s completely unlike me to make a rash or impractical decision. Especially one that would result in my punishment.
Clearly, I’m losing sight of what’s at all within the bounds of appropriateness at work.
But I expected more punishment or funishment at best. Maybe I was testing my unfireability. Possibly, I was subconsciously trying to get fired to end this relationship before it destroys me.
I never expected a lavish reward like this. I expected more tit for tat. I misbehaved. I thought there might be a sexy reprimand. This? This feels too much like a reward.
Or worse–unthinkable–too much like a relationship.
Things are definitely getting out of hand.
Jennifer takes my coat and gets me a cup of tea to enjoy while she gives me a tour of the spa amenities. In the empty dressing room, she lays out a spa robe and flip flops for me to change into.
A few hours later, I’m buffed and polished and limp. A massage therapist has squeezed all the tension from my neck and shoulders.
I’m drifting on a purple-gray lounger in the relaxation room when Jennifer reappears with another cup of herbal tea.
“How was the massage?”
“Blissful.” I stretch like I’ve just woken up.
“You’re welcome to nap here or try the pool. We have a few bathing suits in our shop, if you’d like to try them. Or we have this selection of lounge wear if you prefer.” She holds up a hanger holding a soft-looking pair of flowy white pants, paired with a silky gown covered in a gorgeous print of flowers and peacocks. A tag flutters out of the sleeve, and my eyes pop at the price.
“Oh, it’s all complimentary,” she says, reading my expression correctly. “You have a shop credit as well.”
I have to hand it to Brick. When he does something, he goes all in.
“Well, in that case, I’ll take that outfit. And a bathing suit.”
The indoor-outdoor pool area is just as luxurious as the rest of the spa. I float in the heated water, even venturing a brief swim outside to watch the steam shimmer between me and the snow banks.
I end up back in the dimly lit relaxation room, dozing to the sound of running water. There are loungers for thirty people, but I’m the only one here.
My phone is silenced in my locker, but I’m tempted to text Brick and tease him about finally taking the time to show his employees he appreciates them.