"Are you sure this is how you want to celebrate your 21st birthday?" Carl asked, arching a brow in slight disbelief.
"You asked, I answered," she quipped as she sat back in her chair, listening to mood music.
"You could have asked for anything and you wanted to come here?" He reiterated a different way.
"Yup," Violet told him and closed her eyes.
"We could go out drinking after this. Or dancing," he told her.
"And work away all this relaxation?" she asked before Carl also sat back with a groan. "Why are you so against this? With the bullshit you and I have gone through recently, you would think a little deep relaxation would be welcome."
He smirked at her before sliding his gaze away from her.
"Last time I got a massage I got a b***r and ending up f*****g the masseuse," he told her.
