Marissa, apparently, had never been in the Spa so I got to give her a super-fast tour before I walked her down Massage Alley and to my room.
"Alright," I said, flicking the lights and glass frosting on. "Take off your top and get under the top sheet, just shout when you're ready."
"Where are you going to be?" she asked.
"Just out here," I said, heading for the door.
"Oh," she said. "I figured you just... were around naked people all day."
I chuckled. "Izzie, what kind of pervy profession do you think I'm in?"
"Apparently less than I thought," she sighed with a smile.
I stepped out, and within about thirty seconds she called me back in. Marissa was under the sheet, looking up at me without her glasses on, causing her to squint just a little. It was kind of cute, but I spotted her gla
