Alec

by Lagomarsino, Giulia

  “Trust her,” Craig grinned. “I’m telling you, it’ll change your life.”

  “Fine.” I sat back and watched in fascination as she scraped away what looked like years of dirt and dead skin and a ton of other shit. It was amazing. I didn’t even know it was there. “My toe doesn’t hurt anymore,” I said in wonderment. “It’s amazing.”

  “Told you it would change your life,” Craig smirked.

  “What else do you have?”

  “Well, the package was only for-”

  “I’ll pay anything. Show me whatcha got.”

  “Well, we have an ultimate healing pedicure. We combine oils and a hint of vanilla to revitalize your feet. That would probably be our ultimate package. Then there’s also a foot massage and we also have manicure options.”

  I looked at my hands in confusion. “What exactly would you do to my hands?”

  “We have a dip, well, it’s basically hot wax. But when you peel it off, your hands will feel completely different.”

  “You want me to willingly dip my hands in hot wax.”

  “You’re a big, tough guy. I’m sure you could handle it,” she grinned. And not wanting to look like a pussy in front of all the other badass guys from Reed Security, I agreed.

  “If I’m doing it, so are the rest of them.”

  Alec actually growled at me, but then he shoved his hand in the wax and waited for it to dry.

  “Wow,” Hunter grinned. “This is amazing. My hands are so smooth.”

  “It’s like a baby’s bottom,” I said in awe. “Not that I caress babies bottoms,” I quickly added.

  Knight groaned from the chair at the end and I looked down. The woman at his feet was massaging the bottoms of his feet. It looked awesome.

  “Just wait,” my lady grinned. “You’ll get that too.”

  “Another Sex on the Beach?” the woman handing out drinks asked.

  “Yeah,” I said, eagerly taking the drink. “You know, it’s not bad. It’s a nice change from the bitter taste of beer. I think I like this.”

  “But only here,” Craig stressed. “You don’t ever get this shit in front of a woman.”

  “Of course.” Because, what sane guy would drink a frou-frou drink in front of a woman they were sleeping with, married or not.

  “Can you do something about my cuticles?” Sebastian asked his lady. “They feel like they’re getting too long.”

  “Yes, I’ll trim them when I start your manicure.”

  I stared at him in shock. He looked like he was actually enjoying himself. Which, if I was being honest with myself, I was too. There was something to be said for pampering yourself. But then he turned to me with a glare.

  “Friend or not, I’ll put a bullet in you if you tell anyone about this.”