Chapter 5
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"No! No! N-AAH! Gross!"
I gape in disgust as Troy chews the slice of cucumber that he had worked down his face.
"That was covered in the facial cream!"
The dark haired man just smiles.
"It's an organic facial cream. All healthy and all edible."
My own cucumber slices had fallen off long ago and they sit pathetically on the floor. It doesn't
bother me though, as with my eyes free I was able to watch the lady put a light pink cream all
over Troy. It's a look. The woman from before comes back in the room and smiles when she sees
the food on the floor. I bet it happens all the time.
"Now the mask needs to stay on for fourty five minutes. You can lay here with it on, or we could
move you to the mudbaths."
Troy nods and looks at his watch.
"I have a call at four. We'll do the mudbath."
After carefully standing, Troy and I both follow the woman down the hall where she opens the
last door.
"The showers are to your left when you're done. Enjoy!"
The room is tiled and the mud bath is huge, but there's only one. There isn't even a curtain.
"Surely you must have had a mud bath before," Troy says taking his shirt off.
I shake my head and cross my arms awkwardly.
"Not unless you mean a real mudbath with actual dirt and rain."
I receive a smile and the shake of a head, but my attempt to uphold the conversation doesn't stop
my possible boss from taking his pants off.
I turn away in surprise when he strips his boxers off too until he's left in nothing but the pink
face mask.
"You don't need to be shy. You might be carrying my child. I'll see your stomach grow over the
course of nine months, I'll be there for the delivery, and then I'm sure I'll see you breast feeding
him or her at some point."
It doesn't seem so bad when he puts it like that, but I feel a bit guilty. Is Jasmine okay with this? I
image she'd have to be after leaving her husband and I alone.
With a small sigh, I strip out of my clothes under Troy's scrutinizing gaze before standing
awkwardly again.
"See? It's not so bad," he says. "Come."
He steps into the knee height mid and holds out a hand. I take it cautiously, but end up being
picked up and lifted over the step and right above the mud.
I stare at Troy with wide eyes as he let's my naked body slowly slide along his until I'm in the
mud too.
I don't think that was normal, but luckily he let's me go easily when I pull away.
The rest of our time in the mudbath is quiet and he keeps to himself. That is until the door
opens.
"There you are! You know the mudbath is my favorite. Why didn't you wait for me?"
Jasmine scowls at Troy while she strips and go back to closing my eyes until she's in. There were
still a few surgery scars on her hips from where she must have had them filled out.
"I knew you'd find us, dear. We only just got in."
Jasmine plops down in the mud on the other side of Troy and sits closer than I've seen the two so
far. She snuggles into his side, but Troy doesn't move a muscle.
At least he didn't until his hand meet mine under the mud.
Invisibe to anyone's eyes, he holds my hand firmly and I'm not sure if he knows it's mine. Would
it be awkward to tell him I'm not Jasmine?
Deciding to just let him relax, I lean my head back and close my eyes too.
Holding someone's hand is actually quite comforting.
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