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Chapter 31

Anders bought every dress I'd tried on and even went through to buy lingerie that he didn't want me to see just yet. So I had to keep my eyes darted away as he paid for it at the register.

"Here you go. Have a nice day!" said the cashier.
I took the bags in one hand and Anders held onto my other.
"We're going to make use of those later." he stated.

I wondered what he had in store.

***

By the time I'd finished shopping, trying things on, and Anders finished shopping for things he wanted me to wear, it was time to head over for my spa appointment.

"Do you want me to book you one too?" I asked him.
"No, baby, I'm okay."
"Are you sure? You're tense in your shoulders. Come on."
"I'm positive." he swore.
"Get out and come with me." I instructed.
I soon realized I have a part to play and playing that part might actually be the only way I can get what I want out of this man.
"Layla, I don't need-..."
"Please?" I pouted. "I want you to come with me..."
He looked at me.
"It'll be fun and relaxing and you need to relax after the day you've been having. Please?"
He sighed. "Alright, come on."

We got out of the car and walked inside.

"Hi, I called earlier for a 2:30." I told the receptionist.
"Okay, can I get your name?"
"Layla Marshall. And can I add a person on to that appointment?"
"Umm...Hang on."

She grabbed the phone and pressed buttons.

I turned to face Anders.

"You look stressed." I pointed out.
"Do I?"
"Yes." I held his face in my hand. "Is it still about this morning?"
He sighed.

Poor thing.

"Yes, ma'am, so long as they are at the same time as your appointment." she answered me and hung up the phone.
"Yes, he is. Just another full body massage." I turned back to Anders. "Do you need a facial?"
"I could've given you a facial." he smirked with a bite to his lip.
"Stop it." I said quietly.

I turned back to the receptionist. "He needs help with his pores. A second facial too."
I could hear Anders' sigh.
"Would you prefer two facials and a couple's massage? If you get the bronze package then it brings the price down by about twenty dollars." she explained.
"That's fine." I agreed.
"Perfect. That'll be 180." she stated.
I looked at Anders.

He handed me his card as he looked around curiously at the inside of the building.
I gave it to her and watched her swipe and press buttons.

"Okay, you're both set. They'll come get you soon. You can just take a seat there." she said and gestured at the seating arrangements.
"Thank you."
I gave Anders' card back to him.

We went to sit.
Anders grabbed a magazine.

"I'm hungry." I stated.
"I told you that you needed to eat." he said and flipped a page.
"I didn't expect us to be in the store for that long."
"You should have thought about that before you dragged us inside."
I rolled my eyes.
"We'll get you lunch when we leave."
"Okay." I replied happily.

"Layla Marshall?"
I stood up to follow the woman who called for me.

"Right this way." she stated.
I stopped. "Give me a second please."
She nodded and waited.

I turned around and walked back to our seats.

I stripped the magazine away from Anders and placed it back on the table. I then took his hand in mine to pull him up. He sighed but followed suit.

***

We were brought to a room with two massage tables. They gave us robes and told us we needed to get undressed.

"This is ridiculous." he said as he leaned against the massage table. He was still fully dressed and stood with his arms crossed.

I took off the dress I was wearing and my shoes.

"Starting to seem less ridiculous." he stated.
"Get undressed." I instructed with hands on my hips.
"Why? Are you trying to fuck me?" he smirked.
I rolled my eyes. "No, I'm trying to follow directions."
He rolled his eyes this time. His fingers went to the buttons of his dress shirt.

He opened it wider and pulled it off of his shoulders.

I never get tired of watching that.

"I'm not taking off my underwear for these people." he said as he looked me in my eyes and undid his belt.
"Understandable." I always kept my panties on too so his decision didn't sound unreasonable.

I crawled onto my table and got underneath the towel.

"This feels stupid." he stated while stepping out of his pants.
"It's worth it."
"Yea, it better be."
I rolled my eyes. He's so sassy. How am I supposed to be the sub under these conditions?

We heard a knock on the door as Anders sat on his table and put the towel over his lap.

"Are we ready in there?!" said a voice.
"Yes!" I replied.
"Fucking ridiculous." Anders murmured.
"Don't be rude." I told him.

The door cracked open.

"Good afternoon, how are we doing?" said the man that walked in. He had a female partner.
He stood by my table and the woman went over to Anders.
"I'm feeling violent already." Anders stated.
I looked over at him.
"Sir, this is a completely mature and professional environment. I'm just here to do my job." the man said.
"Do your job outside this room." Anders replied.
"Anders." I called.
"I can see if I can get a different therapist for you, if it'll make you more comfortable?" the man claimed.
"You do that." Anders smiled.

The man left. His coworker just set up at the far table.

"You can't do that!" I snapped at Anders.
He looked at me.
"He's just here to do his job."
"He can do his job on someone else. He doesn't get paid less for not working with us. He'll be fine."
I sighed. "Just lay down and try not to threaten anyone else." I instructed.
"What do I get if I do?" he smiled.
"Not my rage." I answered and laid my face into the headrest.

The door opened.

"Hi, I'll be you're therapist this afternoon, is everything okay?" said another woman's voice.
"It should be now." I answered.
"Wonderful."