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Lauren sighed expansively. It was Wednesday afternoon. She had snuck out to the Day Spa - a quick little massage would mark the highlight of her week. A small indulgence and a chance to forget about the stressors of work and home, pressing deadlines and maintaining a marriage. But instead of reveling in the feeling of strong hands running over her tight little body, she was stuck idling in the waiting room. Tapping her foot. Her phone had died, there were no magazines. She was literally dying of boredom. Apparently the spa staff was having an emergency staff meeting. The receptionist, a lovely little dark haired woman, had gone so far as to lock the front door before disappearing into the back - assuring Lauren and the other waiting patron that it shouldn't be long - just a small delay. The other patron. Lauren allowed her eyes to drift over him just once more. She had noticed him here before. But, then again, who wouldn't notice him. Chiseled jaw, fit, broad shoulders, striking eyes. Tall, dark, and handsome - as the saying goes. Cliche, sure, but it suited him. Lauren didn't know his name, nor anything else about him, of course, other than that he frequented a day spa during the middle of the work week. The young woman averted her gaze a moment before it turned into a leer, and squirmed deeper into the generous padding of the lounge chair. It was comfy, and that was something, at least. As a married woman, she really shouldn't be staring at strange men, anyway. But then again, noticing a handsome man wasn't so big of a transgression. Her husband occasionally noticed beautiful women, didn't he? And it wasn't like she was drooling over the other man - not enough to make him uncomfortable. A victimless crime, and a small one at that. Lauren saw a movement out of the corner of her eye, but she resisted the urge to glance back towards him. She didn't want to think about work. She didn't want to think about her home life. She was so busy, she wanted to relax. |