Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapters 182 & 183 Complicated/I Think We're Alone Now

"She's gonna stay here. In her room." I turn back to Mila. "Are you sure? Nate paid for the spa day... " I say, but then realize Mila isn't wowed by a spa day. She makes just as much, if not more than, Hollan. Her whole life is a spa day.

"I stay." She stands and makes eye contact with her two statues of bodyguards that are positioned by the door.

"Guess it's just me and you, hotstuff." I shrug and smile at Evan, who suddenly looks uncomfortable. "Oh, please, you have had to endure spa days with me before. I do believe you enjoyed the back massage last time." I wink.

"Yes, ma'am," Evan says, staying professional at all times.

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I glance to the side and smirk. Evan is stretched out on the massage table next to me, eyes closed and completely at ease...something rare to see in him or any of Nate's bodyguards. He's covered in oil, his back muscles being kneaded by the attractive masseuse. I swear, places like this only hire drop-dead gorgeous women and men.

"See? I knew you'd enjoy this." I say in almost a whisper as my calves get worked on.

"I was not hired to participate in spa days." Evan's eyes remain closed, and I can't help but smile at the stubborn bodyguard. He is soooo loving this, whether he wants to admit it or not.

"I'm pretty sure you're hired to do whatever the hell Hollan wants you to do." I tease, admiring his toned back slathered in oil. Christ....

"Not true."

"Hey, it's this or stuck back at the hotel watching Nate and Mila flirt with each other all day...." I huff, disappointed Mila didn't want to join us at the spa. I knew she wasn't wowed by it, but now I'm worried about her motives. Did she stay behind to be with Nate? Should I be worried? I mean....they ARE both single. They can do whatever the hell they want. But I know Nate. He'll feel guilty somehow and beat himself up over shit. His heart doesn't need that kind of stress.

"No, thank you. I'd rather be here." He admits.

Two stunning women, wrapped in the spa's luxurious white robes, step in prepared for their treatments. They appear to be their mid-twenties, both with long dark hair and sculpted figures. Both catch sight of Evan and begin checking him out, completely unnoticed by him. Neither self-conscious whatsoever, as they drop their robes without a lick of discretion, showing off their naked bodies before lying on their massage tables. Whispers and giggles fill the air, but the bodyguard pays no attention to the girls.

"So what's next on our agenda?" He asks, eyes still closed, oblivious to the brunette's wanting his attention.

"Getting your phone number."

My eyes widen at the boldness of one of the two girls on the other side of Evan. She's lying on her stomach, enjoying her massage while gazing at him.

"I think she's talking to you, hotcheeks." I chuckle. He slowly opens his eyes and turns his head to the other side.

"Are you single?" The beautiful girl asks and flashes a perfect smile.

"Me??" Evan raises his brows, and the girls both laugh.

"Yes, you. What's your name?" She bats her long lashes his way. "And......are you single?"

For the first time, I see Evan Scofield looking genuinely uneasy as the girls flirt with him. He shifts up so he is leaning on his forearms and makes eye contact with them both.

"Rafael and he's married." I flip over to my front and sit up, holding the towel to my bare chest.

"Oh...." The girl's face turns three shades redder, and she looks over to her friend for help. "Sorry... no ring... I just-"

"Ready, darlin'? Time to shower." I hop off the table and grab Evan's hand, helping him to his feet. He fumbles with his towel, trying to cover himself from the waist down.

"Yes, ma'am," Evan mutters, scrambling to keep up as I grab our robes.

"Enjoy your day, ladies." I toss a glance over my shoulder at the two girls, giving Evan's towel-covered backside a playful squeeze as we leave the room. The man practically jumped two feet in the air and gasped. It was hysterical!

"Rafael???" He cocks a brow at me once the door is closed. "I don't look like a Rafael, do I?"

"Not at all. That's why it's so funny."  I read the sign to see where the steam rooms are located, and Evan follows me down the hall like a lost puppy.

"And married??"

"It was either that or telling them you were gay. Judging how they act, I bet they wouldn't care and keep flirting with you." I hold on to my towel with one hand and open the door to the last vacant steam room with the other. "C'mon, we'll share. All the others are occupied. Last thing you need is more of THAT, sexy." I tick my head to the room we just exited, and with hesitation, Scofield actually joins me in the steam room. He holds his towel so tight his knuckles are white and sits on the bench across from me instead of next to me.

"Well, that relaxing massage went sideways. You're stiffer now than you were when we entered this place. Relax. You'd think that was the first time a few ladies have hit on you, Scofield." I snort.

"I keep to myself, ma'am." Evan leans casually against the wall, his hands folded in his lap over his towel, his stance relaxed with his knees wide apart under the towel. Sexy as fuck. Does he even realize it??? I don't think he does.

"God, you're killing me." I huff and close my eyes, clearly attracted to that perfect body of his.

"Pardon?"

"Never mind." I shake my head. The man is clueless. Absolutely clueless! One of these days, I'm gonna pounce on him and have my way. He's not gonna know what hit him, with the way he is so oblivious to all the signs and hints I give.

It's becoming a game to me.

A fun one at that!

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