Grace was too stunned to reply, but fortunately, the blonde, petite, muscular lady didn’t seem to care much.
"Aren’t we perfect?"
She asked again, and Grace quickly nodded.
"Yes, you are. Actually, it’s just that I never knew I would encounter..."
While trying to please the lady because of her earlier misconduct, Grace still found it hard to wrap her mind around what to call such a union.
’Fuck you, Grace,’ she cursed herself inwardly as she watched the lady curl her lips into a knowing smile.
"I know that look. You must be wondering how we do it, right?"
She rubbed her fiancé’s long, bulky, wide arm with loving tenderness, leaning into him as she smirked at Grace, who forced out a smile.
"Well, such matters are private. And to be very honest with you, since we are both ladies, the reason I came for this massage is actually because of that. He plans to fuck the hell out of me tomorrow night... on our wedding night."
Studying Grace’s expression, Annie paused, smirking as she thought that Grace was probably jealous of her.
However, in contrast to what she expected, Grace didn’t seem to sense any deeper meaning in her words and simply asked what she wanted.
"That’s some good news. How would you like us to help?"
Annie was momentarily stunned but quickly regained her smile, shaking her head a few times before glancing up at her stiff-faced, muscle-head fiancé, who hadn’t spoken a word so far.
"Well... we kind of gym a lot, so he’s worried about me suddenly having any sort of muscle cramps while he does it... You know? On our wedding night?"
Seeing Grace’s raised brows and widened eyes in confusion, she added the latter part to elaborate further.
"Oh."
Grace subtly exclaimed in understanding and put on a polite smile.
"I want a massage to relax my tense muscles from frequent buildup," Annie added, making Grace nod.
"Don’t worry, you have arrived at the right place. Our massage is extremely advanced and one hundred percent fits the requirements you’ve mentioned so far," Grace said with an upbeat tone, making Annie nod with satisfaction.
"Yeah, I came here after seeing the price. Proves that you guys really offer what it’s worth with no bad reviews. Where are we starting?"
Taking a sassy scan of the office, Annie refocused her gaze on Grace questioningly.
"Our VVIP Spa room is right there."
Grace gestured with both hands toward the door a couple of steps to the left corner, and Annie nodded contentedly.
"How are we starting, then?" Annie asked.
"We can start immediately. You just have to change, and we’ll get started."
While speaking, Grace subtly hinted that they needed to be alone, and Annie got the message.
She rubbed her muscle-brained fiancé’s arm while pouting as she looked up at him.
"Honey Bear, can you wait in the reception while I get this done?" she asked.
Meanwhile, shocking Grace, the muscle-brained man’s eyes flickered with relief as he spoke for the first time.
"Okay, Pookie," he said in a deep baritone voice that boomed through the office. He brought his huge thumb to rub the petite blonde lady’s face, then leaned over and passed through the doorway, exiting the office.
Bang—click.
The door closed, leaving just Annie and Grace.
Just as Annie raised her brows at Grace, expecting her to lead the way, there was a distinct sound from the left corner, and the VVIP room door opened, revealing a youth in a masseur uniform.
"Huh?"
Annie was stunned and surprised. Glancing at Grace for some kind of explanation, she saw Grace smile as if recalling that she had missed pointing out an important matter.
"Oh right, this is our Chief Masseur, Miles. He’s the backbone of our massaging technique. He might look young, but he’s 100% certified at what he does. And I promise you, if you feel that his work isn’t worth the cost, you’ll get a full refund."
First giving him an important title to dismiss any doubts about his age, Grace played the same card she did with Carolina. Simply stating a 100% refund policy if it wasn’t worth it made the petite lady lower her guard completely. She nodded with curiosity, this time taking a proper look at Miles’ appearance with a drifting gaze.
Perhaps because she had nitpicked his young face at first glance, she had failed to notice something that was glaringly obvious about his appearance. Annie’s eyes widened in shock, and her heart skipped a beat. Her thoughts went wild, and for a moment, the only debate in her mind was whether it was a metal pipe or truly what it looked like.
’It’s so fucking big!’
"Ma’am?"
Being stared at like that, Miles feigned ignorance regarding the direction of her gaze and called out to her.
Blinking her eyes twice, Annie swallowed hard and reluctantly withdrew her gaze.
"Yes?" she asked sharply, forcing a smile as she met his clueless expression regarding the state of his own erection.
"Please, we can get started right away." Miles stepped to the side and gestured toward the door with both hands.
’Doesn’t he know?’
Seeing Miles’ calm and formal composure, which contrasted wildly with the massive bulge in his pants, Annie was fooled. She chose not to point it out, feeling a surge of adrenaline like she’d never experienced before course through her nerves.
"Oh," she responded, wanting to step forward, but threw Grace a glance to see if she was the only one who noticed.
Unfortunately for her, Grace maintained the same formal look, pretending to be oblivious to Miles’ conspicuous erection, and smiled back at Annie.
Left with no choice, Annie turned and walked toward the room with a strange feeling as the image of Miles’ pants remained burned into her mind.
Upon entering the spa room and closing the door behind them, Annie surveyed the bright space. She saw rows of colored candles and incense placed in every corner of the small room, though they weren’t lit yet. There was also a section where all sorts of bottles were arranged. The room was clearly soundproofed, bestowing a sense of inner peace that enveloped her. The scent of aromatic oil still lingered softly in the air.