I don't know if he had done something wrong, but my loving fella had bought me a spa experience for my birthday. Usually, it was a box of chocolates and a bunch of flowers. I am hoping he is just being nice because my back has been playing me up recently.
I have never had a spa day before. I have always imagined that it is something I would enjoy. I was hoping that it would do something to help with my aching back and legs. The July weather normally helps, but this year the warm weather hasn't made much of a difference. The brochure said that I could use the pool and jacuzzi, but my main interest was the 60-minute treatment that was on offer. My fella chose the massage for me.
Just as I was booking in, the receptionist handed me a note.
Dear Customer
Evelyn, our masseuse is unwell and will not be able to treat you today. Our masseur, Adam will be taking on Evelyn's clients for the rest of the week. We would like to reassure you that Adam is experienced and professional.
If you find this change unacceptable, we will happily refund your fee in full. And you are welcome to stay and enjoy the rest of our facilities.
May we apologise for the inconvenience and offer you a voucher for use at a later date.
Yours
Faithfully
Jackie
Oh my god. I looked at the receptionist. "I was so looking forward to having my pain relieved."
"I have had a massage off Adam and if you want my opinion, he will be better than Evelyn. But don't tell anyone I told you that,"
"Yes, but he is a man!"
She laughed. "He is absolutely professional. You can even choose to keep your underwear on. I promise you he won't put you in an embarrassing situation."
I stopped and thought for a while, and she interrupted me. "Your appointment isn't for another 30 minutes. Would you like a cup of tea or coffee? It will give you time to decide. There is no pressure."
"I will have a coffee please."
I sat away from the reception; I didn't need any more of her chit-chat. I had an important decision to make. On one hand, my back was killing me and the only relief I was likely to get was some strange bloke seeing my semi-naked body. It has been a long time since any man other than my fella had seen me in that state of undress. The last time we were on a deserted beach, it was hot. I had no swimwear, so he persuaded me to strip down to my bra and panties. He convinced me it was no different to wearing a bikini. That last thought did the trick. "It will be no different to wearing a bikini," I said to myself a little too loud.
The receptionist looked up at me smiled and nodded. "Shall I put you down as a yes then?"
I smiled nervously at her and nodded.
"You won't regret it and I am sure he will clear your aches. If you go down the corridor the last door on the left is one of Adam's rooms. Treatment room six."
I took a deep breath and headed down the long corridor. I heard lots of groans and "Mmmmm's", as I walk the lonely journey to treatment room six. I was close to turning around and walking straight back out of the building. Suddenly the door to treatment room six swung open and out stepped a talk dark Poldark look-alike.
"You must be Collette. You don't mind if I call you Collette, do you? I am Adam. I will be your masseur today."
Oh, bugger. It's too late! I thought to myself.
"Come on in. Have you been here before?"
I just shook my head. I didn't dare speak. My voice would have trembled too much.