Excerpt~
Fantasies: Thanksgiving
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Teddy's on a working vacation with his best friend Parker along for
company. At the spa, he finds more than he bargained for...
"You didn't book us for seaweed wraps or facials, did you?"
Teddy snickered at Parker's anxiety. "No, man. I've got us signed up for massages and the steam
room. There won't be anything weird. I don't think."
Parker frowned. "You're not reassuring me here."
The spa was a low, minimalist building. Inside, the décor was spare and simple, with whites and
blues and a lot of bamboo. The sound of the ocean seemed louder than it should have been, making
Teddy think they must be playing some sort of relaxation tape. The overall effect was nice enough, if
a bit clichéd.
A smiling, forty-ish woman approached them. She wore a soft blue outfit similar to nurse's scrubs.
Her voice was calm and carefully modulated. "Welcome to the Sea of Pleasure Spa. Have you made
reservations?"
Ignoring Parker's twitching lips, Teddy focused on the woman. "Yes. I'm Theodore Christopher. We
have a reservation for two o'clock."
Consulting a small notepad, she nodded. "And this must be Mr. Denton. Welcome, both of you."
Motioning to a tiny young woman who stood nearby, she continued, "First you'll need to change into
robes. You won't need any other clothing here. Carrie will take you to the changing room, and then
she'll direct you to the next stop on your road to relaxation. Enjoy!"
Though he could hear Parker trying to stifle laughter, probably at the road to relaxation remark,
Teddy followed Carrie silently. He nodded and smiled when she gave them both robes and told them
to go to room seven when they had finished changing. When she left, he rounded on his snickering
companion.
"Aren't you supposed to be the serious one here?"
Clearly unable to hold in his mirth any more, Parker burst out laughing. "Sea of Pleasure? Road to
relaxation?"
His friend's laughter was infectious, and pretty soon he was cracking up too. "I think you're a bad
influence on me, Denton. I've been acting like a two-year-old ever since we got here, and I blame you."
Kicking off his own sandals, Parker gave him a half-hearted shove. "Whatever. You've been a bad
influence on me for years!"
"Shut up and strip. We've got some relaxing to do." The far wall featured wicker baskets to store
belongings in. Teddy went over, grabbed one, and brought the basket over to the bench. Yanking off
his t-shirt, he wadded it up into a ball and dropped it into the basket. Both his and Parker's sandals
went in next, and then he slipped off his shorts and underwear and dropped them in too. Moments
later he was swathed in the thick, soft white robe.
Not surprisingly, Parker hadn't finished changing. His carefully folded t-shirt was in the basket, along
with his watch and shorts--also folded--but he still wore boxers. The teasing remark Teddy had been
about to make caught in his throat when his friend stripped his underwear off, folding them as well.
Having never seen the other man naked, he couldn't help but look a little. His studious friend was
surprisingly well-muscled for being so slim. The completely bizarre thought that Parker had been
working out flitted through his mind before he forced himself to glance away.
Trying not to think about what else he had seen, he took the basket back to where it belonged. Over
his shoulder, he asked, "You ready?"
"All set."
Copyright 2008 by Cassandra Gold