Miles Ever After (Miles High Series)(5)



“Or free you to steal my shit.”

“Put all electronics and your clothes into the baskets and leave your suitcases by the door. We will put those into storage, you may keep your toiletries bag if you wish, but we would prefer you to use our organic products for your stay.”

“No phones?” I frown.

“No internet, and no phones,” Bjorn replies. “No watches, no time. No distractions.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Jameson sighs. “I’m out.”

Bjorn smiles calmly. “Shower, wash the world off each other and then your master will come to collect you.”

“To do what?” Jameson snaps.

“Tonight you both have a two-hour massage followed by a hot oil bath, a beautiful dinner followed by an offering of tropical fruit.”

Jameson puts his weight onto his back foot and I can tell even he likes the sound of that.

I smile goofily. “Thank you, that sounds wonderful.”

He bows his head and without another word he walks out the door and closes it behind him.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Jameson snaps.

I shrug. “It’s fun.”

“Nothing about this is fucking fun, Emily.”

“We get to wash the world off each other.” I try to sweeten the deal.

“I have never been less aroused than I am in this moment.”

I put my hand over my mouth and laugh. “Just get in the shower.”

“You get in the fucking shower,” he whispers angrily. “I am not putting my phone in that stupid fucking basket.”

“Three days.”

“What?”

“If you do what they ask for three days, we can leave.” I hold the towel out to him.

“Newsflash deluded one. I’ll leave whenever I fucking want.”

I put my hands onto my hips. “Get in the shower before I drown you in it.”

He drags his hand down his face and once again I get the giggles. “You have to admit this is pretty funny.”

“Not one bit.” He snatches the towel from me. “You don’t need to drown me, I’m drowning myself.” He storms into the bathroom and closes the door behind him.

I open the door and peer around it. “I thought we were washing each other.”

“Get out before you cause a murder-suicide,” he growls, infuriated.

I giggle again.

He showers and walks out with a towel around his waist and sees that I’ve already put my things into the basket.

“You’re really putting your phone in there?”

“Uh-huh,”

“What if there’s an emergency?”

“Tristan will call us here.”

“He knows about this?” he fumes.

“He found this place for me.”

“I’m going to fucking kill him with my bare hands.”

I go up onto my tippy-toes and kiss his big, beautiful lips. “Please, Jay, if you can’t do this for you. Do it for me.” I put his hand over my stomach. “For our future.”

He exhales deeply as his eyes hold mine.

“Three days is all I’m asking.”

He hesitates and I know he wants to leave, but I also know that deep down he would do anything to make me happy. “Fine.”

I bounce on the spot. “Thank you.” I pass him the white outfit and he begrudgingly puts it on. The linen pants are white and baggy with a matching shirt.

“Oh, you look like a hot dentist.” I smile excitedly.

“It’s ironic that you say that.” He looks down at himself, unimpressed. “I’m currently imagining pulling your teeth out, one by one.”

I giggle, I really wish I could record his reactions to things so I could watch it back later, this is comedy gold.

I shower and dress in the white scrubs and walk out to find Jameson sitting on the bed. “Did you put your phone into the basket?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“And your watch?”

He raises his eyebrow.

I smile. “Good boy.”

He closes his eyes as if searching for divine guidance. “Don’t patronize me, Emily, I’m on the fucking edge.”

Knock, knock sounds at the door.

“You better get that; Master Splinter is here,” he mutters dryly.

I open the door to see an older Thai man, he’s wearing a deep red cloak and looks all mystical like a Tibetan monk or something. “Hello.”

He gives me a calm smile. “Hello, my child.”

My heart skips a beat. Oh he feels magical.

“My name is Chakrii; I am your master for your stay here.”

“Hello, I’m Emily and this is my husband, Jameson.” I introduce us.

Jameson stands and shakes his hand. “Hello.”

Chakrii smiles and holds Jameson’s hand in his, he frowns up at him. “Your mind is very busy.”

Hit the nail on the head.

Jameson glares at him.

“Yes,” I reply. “That’s why we’re here. He needs to find his peace.”

Chakrii smiles. “You’ve come to the right place, my friend.”

Jameson stays silent and I know that he must be able to feel Chakrii’s presence like I can.

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