He looks infinitely more amused. "That's for your face," he says.
She blushes all the way to her chest. She's the customer. He's not supposed to point out when she does something dumb. With great reluctance, she drags the towel away from her legs to shield her face. At least now when she’s embarrassing herself, she doesn’t have to see the judgmental look on his face.
Only, that means she won't be able to see what he's doing now and she regrets it instantly. She's committed now, though.
She inhales sharply and jolts when his hand rests on her ankles.
"Try to relax," he says and his voice washes over her like a ripple.
Harder said than done. She bites her lip and keeps completely still when he shifts his grip to her soles. She bites her lip to keep from giggling.
"Ticklish?" he asks, s
