Valentine's Dinner?

36. From Bliss on Down

Valerie and Chloe lay on their backs, having their thighs worked when the spa's Client Services Manager approached their massage tables and introduced herself. "What else may we do for you?"

Valerie hummed a quiet sigh. "This is already heaven. Just let us be."

"Perhaps a facial?"

"Hmmm. No, I said we're fine."

"It's all paid for. Anything you wish. Nail work? Eyebrow threading? Microblading?" She nodded toward Valerie's red bush. "We can clean this up for you, if you wish. Trim it and wax it smaller, or maybe do a full Brazilian. None is the current fashion."

"I prefer it this way, thank you." God, woman, just allow us to enjoy the massage. "Really, we're fine."

After the manager had taken the heavy hints, Valerie returned to her erotic thoughts of Lorne manipulating her thighs as the masseuse moved higher. A few minutes later, her near-orgasmic reverie was again broken, this time by Chloe's quiet voice."

"Mummy?"

"Hmmm."

"This is even more like it, isn't it?"

Valerie trembled as she released a held breath. "Yeah, so close. Just be quiet and enjoy it. Let your mind wander. Pretend it's your Prince Charming doing this to you."

They continued the massage in blissful peace, then they were given a gentle bathing to remove the herbs and oils before having a moisturising treatment. As they sat in a quiet nook in linen robes enjoying juice and tea, Chloe said, "That felt even better when I imagined it was my lover."

"Hmmm. Yeah. Our minds do wonderful things that way." Valerie smiled at the blissful expression on her daughter's face. "So, who is your lover?"

"I just grabbed my old backup, Harry Styles. I'll have to dream up a new imaginary one. My old creation was too much like Daddy, and we know that's not proper."

Great! She realises that. "Besides, he's taken." Valerie chuckled. "And you'd lose the fight." She picked up her iPhone and thumbed in, then stared at the three texts she had sent. Same. Still no reply.

"Nothing yet, Mummy?"

Valerie shook her head, still staring at the screen. "He probably left it switched off. I do that often."

"But, he'd think of you and turn it on, wouldn't he?"

"Maybe his battery is dead."

"Yeah, mine does that."

"Or he's been immersed in meetings. His staff on the flight there, and then immediately into it." She glanced at the time display on the phone. Seventeen ten. Three and a quarter hours. "Let's dress and head up."

"Maybe he's there."

As they walked along the corridor, Chloe asked, "That woman used a lot of terms with which I'm not familiar. Like, what is micro blading?"

"It's sort of like a tattoo to make the eyebrows appear more full. Done with tiny, shallow cuts and dye to look like hairs."

"Oh." Chloe shrugged. "For women who aren't happy with how they look. So, what's eyebrow threading?"

"It's a technique for trimming eyebrows. Cotton threads are twisted together and rolled over the hairs to pluck them. It's supposed to be more precise than waxing."

"So, some women think they don't have enough, and some think they have too much. You don't do those things, do you?"

"No, Sweetheart, I like mine as they are. And yours are perfect as well."