Kayla
KaylaAfter a morning of torturing my body in the best possible way, Pavel tries to book a spa appointment for me at the Four Seasons.
“I’m sorry, but we book weeks in advance, there’s simply nothing available,” I hear the spa attendant tell him over the hotel phone.
“That’s okay, I’m good.” I sidle up to him. “Feeling pretty relaxed already,” I murmur.
He hangs up and loops an arm around me. “What should we do?”
I have this strong urge to get us out of the hotel room. I think that’s why I wanted to walk with him to the convenience store last night. All of our interactions are in the bedroom or b**m club, which is amazing. But I want more. Or I want to find out if there’s the possibility for more.
I should be running for the hills after what I saw last night. Seeing what Pavel’s
