“Baby, you’ve got that ‘just worked out’ dewy glow. No one’s going to know that it’s not from shoving your head under a goop fountain or whatever the hell they do here,” he said with confidence. “You’ve never been to a spa, have you?” she guessed as he took her hand and led her through the door. “It never landed on my list of things to do.” The idea of putting on a bathrobe and letting a complete stranger rub weird concoctions all over you held little to no appeal to him. “Well, I’ve always wanted to come here as a legitimate guest, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t get us kicked out.”
