The Fling

11

As I rushed to the spa, I thanked myself for changing into something appropriate for my appointment before going to Shawn's. After our sexy shower, I never would have made it back to my room to switch outfits without being late. My hair was up in a damp bun and I didn't have makeup on, but that didn't matter.

Eloise and Mia were sitting in the waiting area, and they both smiled when they saw me. "I was about to text you, since we thought maybe you overslept. El knocked on your door and no one answered, but by the looks of it, you were in the shower," Mia said cheerfully.

I took a deep breath and then whispered, "I was showering, but not in my room."

Their eyes comically turned into saucers. "Oh my god! You fucked him!" Eloise said much louder than was necessary.

"Shhhh!" I gave her a stern look. "I did, but I need to tell you something...it wasn't the first time."

This additional revelation caused their jaws to drop. "You've hooked up with him before?" Mia asked.

I nodded. "Since the second day here. I know I should have told you but I didn't want it to become this big thing, so please let's not turn it into one."

"He's the first since Bert, so it's a pretty big fucking deal. Not to mention he's young, hot, and famous," El said quietly. "But I get why you wanted to keep it to yourself."

"I guess I get it, but it hurts that we've missed out on a bunch of juicy details! You're going to have to spill them now!" Mia added.

"I will not be sharing anything about him, though I will say that this fling has been very good for me on multiple levels."

Eloise frowned. "Fling? You won't continue after we go home? It seems like he really likes you."

"He's twenty-four and is in a very different stage of his life than I am. I'm certain that if we tried dating, we'd both realize that it could never work out. We've had an unspoken understanding that we're just having fun, which is why I didn't tell him about Bert until last night and haven't told him about my children."

Mia giggled. "He's going to text you one night a week or two from now asking if you want to meet up. I guarantee it."

Was Shawn the type to make a booty call? He didn't seem to be. "Nope. He doesn't have my number, so that's not a possibility."

"If I were you, I'd keep it going as long as you can. I doubt you're going to meet anyone like him at our school PTA fundraisers or your Pilates studio. Enjoy it while it lasts," El told me.

One of the spa workers came out from the back. "We're ready for you now. Please follow me to the dressing rooms where you can change into robes, and remember, no phones during treatments. You can't fully relax with a screen in your face!"

It turned out that we were getting seaweed wraps today. Tomorrow, before checking out and going home, we had oxygen facials scheduled. We were instructed to be quiet during the wrap process, which was a relief, because I didn't feel like talking about what I'd been doing with Shawn. When we were done, we changed into our clothes and went to the cafeteria for coffee and breakfast. Once we were seated, I pulled my phone from my purse and saw that Lizzie had texted me four times during my treatment.

Abi!!!

What is this???

My friend Patience sent me this and I need info!

The next text was a screenshot from Instagram showing me, the girls, Shawn, and his friends sitting together at Tonga Hut. It never crossed my mind that one of the other patrons would take a pic and post it. Two more texts appeared rapid fire.