villagers as Heavenly Hill,” she informed me as we made our way to the front desk. “It’s called Bebe Spa, which is the Fijian word for butterfly, but it also means ‘your cocoon’ or ‘your sanctuary.’”
“It looks like a sanctuary,” I said.
It offered gorgeous views of the ocean from everywhere I could see, but when we were led to our private treatment room, I nearly swallowed my fucking tongue.
“Your open-air balcony has panoramic views of the coast,” the white-coated massage therapist guiding us said. “You also have an outdoor rain shower on it, as well as a hydrotherapy tub for sublime relaxation.”
She wasn’t joking either. The building was surrounded by lush, undulating landscape, and at the altitude the spa was at, there was no doubt that I would spending the day in that tub being sublimely relaxed.
“Thank you,” I said after clearing my throat. “My wife and I have really been looking forward to this.”
The therapist inclined her head, but I saw how Lindsay rolled her eyes at my roleplaying. “I’ll be here to start your first treatment in thirty minutes. Please enjoy the fresh fruit and pastries we’ve set out on the balcony for you.”
“We definitely will. Thank you.” I bopped my head. “I’m sure it will be lovely. I’m so glad my wonderful wife insisted on this.”
Once she shut the door behind her, my wonderful yet fake wife elbowed me in the ribs. “You don’t need to lay it on that thick.”
“Of course, I do. I really am glad you dragged me out of bed for this.” I eyed the tub before reaching for her and tugging her closer to me until her chest was pressed up against mine. “Although, they won’t be here for another thirty minutes, and I don’t know about you, but I’m not that hungry for breakfast all of a sudden.”
“Cool your jets, stud. We didn’t eat last night either.” She pushed me away gently, reluctantly almost.
“I did.” I grinned and earned myself another smack even though she was smiling again, her blue eyes coy on mine. “Fine. Have it your way, but at some point today, I’m getting my hands on you in that thing.”
“Give it your best shot.” She blew me a kiss before heading out to the balcony.
I pulled her chair out for her, then shrugged when she shot me a questioning look. “What? I’m giving it my best shot.”
She laughed when I rounded the table to take my own seat, then piled our plates high with the food that had been left for us. In the end, it was a good thing she’d turned me down.
Our half hour for breakfast was over before I’d even taken my last bite, and two therapists walked in right on time for our couples’ massage. At first, it was a little uncomfortable having another woman’s hands all over me and only a small towel covering my ass, but when I saw the serene smile on Lindsay’s face and realized she’d dozed off, I relaxed too.
Warm towels were applied to our backs to draw out our tension after a light massage, and I nearly moaned out loud over how good it felt. Seriously. I was definitely going to start frequenting spas if it was always like this.
The massage was followed by time in a sauna, and the lazy smile was still on Lindsay’s face when we entered. The hot air and thick humidity made it hard to breathe, but it also made me feel more languid than I ever remembered feeling before.
“Enjoying yourself?” she asked as she gave me a sidelong glance, sitting down next to me on the heated wood.
She was only wearing a short robe, which elongated her legs when she kicked them out in front of her and crossed them at the ankles. I couldn’t tear my eyes off them, but I still answered her question. “Definitely. This has to be the best part of having a wife so far.”
“Really?” She kicked my ankle to dislodge my heated gaze. “The best? Better than last night?”
“Second best,” I corrected before letting out a sigh when I looked into her eyes. “Last night wins, hands down. But this is fucking awesome.”
“I’m guessing none of your previous wives dragged you to a spa?” she joked.
“Nope. Clearly, none of them loved me enough to expose me to this kind of experience.”
She tilted her head slightly to the side, leaning back but keeping her eyes on mine. “Seriously, though. You’ve never had a girlfriend bring you with