Amedeo, Her Italian Billionaire(66)
“No problem, bro,” Salvatore said.
Kalia nodded. “She is having trouble. I think it’s just the hormones.”
“I have an idea. What are you doing for the rest of the day?” Amedeo said.
“Not anything. I don’t have to work until tomorrow,” Kalia said.
“How about I send you two to a spa?”
Kalia’s face lit up. “You’d do that?”
“To make Violet happy? Of course. You’d go with her?”
“Yes. I’ve never been to a spa,” she said.
“Then it’s settled. There’s one not so far out of town and I hear it’s nice. Let me look it up and book appointments for you. Massage? Facial? What do you want?”
“I’d be happy with a massage with a manicure and a pedicure,” Kalia said.
“That’s it?”
“I don’t need much.”
“We’ll see what they have available.”
He took his phone and walked away from the table. He set up the appointments and returned Violet was back and the waitress was taking their orders. When she left he leaned over to Violet. “I have a surprise.”
“Oh?”
She didn’t impressed. She’d been working hard and feeling down and he wanted to erase the frown from her face. “You and Kalia are going to a spa this afternoon.”
She blinked, but didn’t react. “A spa?”
“Yes. Both of you will get pampered and spend the afternoon in luxury,” he said.
A lot of women would squeal. A lot of women would have hugged him. Some women would have promised him a blowjob.
Violet did none of those. “I’ve never been to a spa.”
“Then it’s time you went.”
Kalia patted Violet on the shoulder. “It’ll be fun.”
Violet frowned. “Okay.”
Amedeo kissed her cheek. “You’ll love it. When you get home I’ll make whatever dinner you want. Even macaroni and cheese.”
She smiled a little at that. “Okay. I want macaroni and cheese. With stewed tomatoes.”
“Then I’ll figure out how to make stewed tomatoes.”
She squeezed his hands. “Thank you, Amedeo.”
“You’re welcome, Violet. Now let’s get some champagne and some sparkling cider for you and celebrate.”
Violet leaned into him. “But it isn’t a real marriage.”
Was that what her problem was? He put a hand on her face. “For the time we are married I’m going to do my best to make you happy. That’s as real as it gets.”
She licked her lips. “I guess it is.”
The waitress came back and Amedeo ordered the champagne and the cider.
“No honeymoon?” Salvatore said.
“Violet’s having it at the spa,” Amedeo said.
They laughed. He watched Violet for a moment, but the sadness wasn’t gone from her eyes. He hoped it was just hormones.
***
Violet didn’t really know what to think when Amedeo dropped her and Kalia at the spa. It was located downstairs in a fancy hotel. Violet looked around as if she was sure someone was going to tell her she wasn’t welcome here.
Instead, the young girl behind the counter greeted them with a smile. “Hello ladies. Welcome. Do you have appointments?”
Violet glanced at Kalia then back to the girl. “We do, but I don’t know what for. My, uh, husband made the appointments.”
“What a lucky gal you are,” the girl said. “Name?”
Violet gave the girl their names.
Her nametag said Heidi. What else would a perky little white girl be called? The girl clicked some keys on her computer then turned an even brighter smile to Violet. “You are scheduled for foot reflexology, a pedicure and a manicure. Kalia, you are schedule for a full massage with a pedicure and manicure.”
“That sounds great,” Kalia said.
At least Kalia was into this. Violet wasn’t so sure. She really had to get into the spirit of this because it had been sweet of Amedeo to do this. Especially including Kalia. Violet might not have ever made it down the steps to the spa if Kalia hadn’t been with her.
Heidi led them to a locker room. “Inside the locker is a robe and flip flops. Take your key with you. Through that door is waiting room. We have teas and water for your enjoyment.”
Heidi left them.
Kalia started to undress.
“Do I really need to wear the robe? I might not fit.”
“You’re not that big Violet. Besides, it’s pretty fluffy and looks comfortable,” Kalia said.
Violet eyed the stuff in her locker, but chose to get into the spirit of it. In minutes they were in robes and giggling in the waiting room. Maybe this would be okay. A woman in a smock poked her head into the room. “Kalia?”