and she would not feel guilty about it.
Ivy slapped the down button on the elevator. The big car was gilded and over the top. The back of the elevator had a huge painting that depicted the shark tanks that were part of the hotel. Everything about this hotel was over the top.
Hell, everything about Vegas was over the top.
For once, she wasn’t going to feel like the little red and gold fish at the bottom of the picture. She was going to be the shark this time.
Ivy and Jinx poured over the pamphlet, picking out things for them to do. She tried to block out the mud masks, and sea wraps. She would do it all.
The doors opened to the thirty-sixth floor. The entire floor was the spa.
Her eyes bulged as Jinx dragged her through the doors.
“Welcome, ladies. Room number?”
“Forty-one-oh-eight,” Ivy said.
Jeeze. She already had it memorized? She wasn’t even sure she had the room key in her pocket, let alone know the number.
A very perky, very tiny blond smiled from behind the jade desk. Chloe was pretty sure it was actually jade, or at least marble of some kind. A large gold and red dragon covered the wall behind her. “Miss Adams, and Miss Johnson…both of you?”
Jinx smiled. “That’s us. Sisters.”
“Perfect. I’ll just need you to scan your room key here.” She pushed out a little reader.
Crap. She didn’t have her purse.
Jinx pulled a spare room key out of her ass pocket. “Here we go.”
Well, at least someone was prepared. The little machine beeped and the woman’s smile grew wider. “Excellent. You have full access to the facilities. Janet, Suzanne, and Emily will be your technicians.”
Three woman seemed to materialize out of nowhere. They all wore seafoam green smocks and khakis, along with discreet gold name tags over the establishment’s embroidered logo. Suzanne came forward, her smile wide in her exotically beautiful face. She had bright gray eyes that seemed to glow from her mocha cream skin. “We’re going to fix you right up.”
God, did she look that bad?
“Don’t even think that thought.” Suzanne clutched Chloe’s fingers. “I can see it in your dark eyes. Really pretty eyes, by the way. Just need a little shaping of those brows.”
She immediately smoothed the pad of her finger over her brows. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually remembered to tweeze.
“Stop. That’s what we’re here for. To pamper you and make you feel as beautiful on the outside as you do on the inside.”
Chloe straightened her shoulders. “Pamper away. I’m not going to argue.”
“My kind of client.” Suzanne led Chloe down a hallway. The walls were a lighter color than their uniform smocks. The air was…odorless. A far cry from the small spa she’d been treated to for Mother’s Day. That had been full of chemicals and an underlying blast of bleach.
She’d appreciated the bleach for the clean factor, but man, the crisp perfect air in this place was to die for.
Chloe looked over her shoulder as Jinx and Ivy were taken to separate rooms.
“Don’t worry. We know that spa days are much more fun as a group. We’re just going to figure out what you need and then you’ll be back in the same room together.”
“I look that worried?”
“A little.”
She sighed. “I’m just not used to all this. Single mom.”
“Oh?” Suzanne’s face brightened as she opened a door at the end of the hallway. “I have a little boy. My husband is home with him right now. We work opposite shifts so he’s always got someone home with him.”
Chloe’s chest tightened. “That was the plan for me too.”
“Oh, believe me, I understand. My husband isn’t my baby’s father—well, not biologically. He totally is his dad though. Ty and Kevin are like two peas in a pod now. Sometimes I get a little jealous.”
She couldn’t imagine what that felt like. It had always been her and Axl. Even her dad, as wonderful as he’d been, seemed like he could melt away any day. Relying on herself was all she’d ever known.
She followed Suzanne across the threshold and hoped to hell her jaw wasn’t physically on the marble floor, because it felt like it had to be.
The room was ridiculous. Bamboo chests dominated one wall with towels stacked on them and muted candles flickered from tall glass columns. Light, tinkling music piped into the room—actually all around the room. As if the walls had their own speakers.
A huge pie-piece shaped chair sat in the corner, piled with pillows in soft sand