Although he only knew Naomi for three days, Dylan already had a pretty good idea of Naomi’s personality.
In his opinion, he was pretty good with the ladies, and Naomi was no exception.
The two of them entered the building, and a middle-aged woman in an elegant dress came out to welcome them. She gave Naomi a once-over and said, smiling, “Is this beautiful lady our client for this afternoon?”
“Of course,” Dylan replied.
The woman’s smile grew even wider. She extended her hand to Naomi and said, “Come with me, my dear.”
Naomi never used to have her guard up against other women, but since she was in an unfamiliar place, it was better to be safe than sorry. Although the woman did not appear threatening, Naomi still had her guard up, just to be cautious. She turned to Dylan and asked, “What are we doing here?”
Since Dylan did not volunteer the information, she would have to ask for it herself.
A sly smile spread across Dylan’s face. “Don’t be scared, Naomi. I’m not going to kidnap you or sell you to a brothel. You’re the apple of Scott’s eye, and he’s going to tear me into shreds if I dare to lay even a finger on you. Don’t worry. Just follow Madam Hilary. I promise you won’t regret it.”
Naomi did not know how to respond to this. Finally, she nodded and followed Madam Hilary into the room.
The inside of the building was modeled against old Victorian houses with sprawling lawns and beautiful shrubbery. There was even classical music playing on the speakers somewhere, which tied in the picturesque view. The stream gurgled and bobbed, with white mist billowing about.
Madam Hilary led Naomi past a series of maze-like hallways and finally into a candlelit room. When she stepped into the room and saw the reclining bed in the center, Naomi finally realized what this place
was.
This was a spa, and quite an exquisite one, no less.
Naomi was rather pleased at this, but she could not help but wonder why Dylan brought her hear. She recalled Dylan telling her that he would bring her to a bar that night. Did he bring her to this spa so she could spruce up before they went to the bar he was talking about?
Naomi was always an obedient girl. She heard plenty of horrifying stories of bars and pubs, so she never stepped foot in a place like that before.
She could not help feeling a little nervous at the prospect of visiting a bar with Dylan that night.
Madam Hilary excused herself so that Naomi could change her clothes, but before she left, Naomi called out, “Give me a little while longer. I need to make a call.” Madam Hilary nodded. “Okay.”
The moment Madam Hilary stepped out, Naomi took out her phone and called Dylan. She and Dylan exchanged numbers so that they could get in touch with each other. Unfortunately-
“The number you have dialed cannot be reached at this moment. Please try again later.”
Naomi furrowed her brows. Why did Dylan not pick up? Was he busy? Or was he ignoring her on purpose?
After some thought, Naomi reassured herself that Dylan would not ignore her on purpose, so she decided to text Dylan instead.
Meanwhile, in another room with a manmade fountain, Dylan was sprawled on the white leather couch as he sipped a cup of hot tea. He watched as Naomi’s name disappeared from his phone, then picked it up and dialed Scott’s number.