Chapter 7 SPA

Q&J International Hotel Presidential Suite.

At this moment, after enjoying a handful of delicacies from the Michelin Master, Emily was lying on the three-meter soft bed, drinking red wine, listening to the little song coming from the old gramophone, feeling that life had reached its peak, it was not too much to say that it was a divine life.

Emily could not help but sigh that Q&J International Hotel's one-stop service was also too imperial, no wonder so many rich people like to come here to spend. It was indeed worth!

At this time, the phone in the room rang with a "drip", Emily was a bit confused and answered, the other side asked respectfully, "Dear VVVIP customer, do you need more services?"

Service?

Emily put down her wine glass, thinking in her heart that after eating and drinking, she really should have some fun.

It was said that the most famous service of the Q&J International Hotel was the "SPA".

It was said that the waiters were all first class and handsome, with first class skills, and there were even some who had played supporting roles in unknown Hollywood films, so she would like to have a good experience today.

"I'm going to order the most expensive and the best skilled male service providers ...... 'SPA' technician in your hotel."

Just ordered the most expensive and swiped daddy's card, he would spend the money on the bitchy mother and daughter anyway if she didn't do it.

And Percy Smith!

Emily thought hatefully. Haven't you always wanted to sleep with me? I would rather spend money to sleep with others than let you touch!

She picked up her wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

......

On the other side of the suite, Michael's foreign video conference was nearing its end, he ended this meeting after a few simple explanations. Alex handed him some documents immediately, and after signing them, he was about to leave, but he heard his boss Michael asking him.

"What happened just now? Is it handled?"

Just now?

Alex froze for a moment, and then reacted that he should be talking about Emily Brown, "The manager has kicked Mr.Brown and the others out and permanently blacklisted them from the hotel."

"Hmm?"

Hmm? What does that mean? Lighter or heavier?

Alex pursed his lips, he really couldn't figure out what his boss was thinking.

But when he thought about what he had just done to the people who had bullied Emily, his thoughts cleared immediately and he tried to say carefully, "I will explain tomorrow that all of the Group's entertainment, film, hotels, etc., are off-limits to them."

"Mm."

Alex heaved a sigh of relief, he had bet right! Although it was still a hmm this time, the tone was different from before obviously, that was with a hint of satisfaction.

At this time, Alex's phone rang, his face became very strange after he hung up.

Michael pinched the top of his eyebrow, feeling a little tired, "What's going on?"

Alex pursed his lips and stiffened his head to reply, "The lobby manager said that Miss Brown had just ordered the most expensive 'SPA' technician in the hotel ......"

Bang!

Alex's heart trembled, a million-dollar jade bottle just fell to the ground ......

Michael was furious and stood up immediately and headed out, "Where is that person?"

"He just got on the lift."

"Tell that man to go back."

"Yes!"

Meh, Emily Brown! You're really good! How dare you order another man in front of me!

See how I will teach you a lesson!

......

Ding dong!

Here it came, and Emily Brown opened the door with anticipation and nervousness.

"Why, it's you!" Emily was surprised, it was the man who had taken her first sex that night. He dressed in a beige casual suit and carrying a "suitcase" - he was actually a stripper!

No wonder he was so rich, he was in that business!

This industry is really high income, people who come here are rich and noble. He was handsome and his 'skills' were good, so there must be many rich women who hired him for special services.

Michael let her speculate wildly and just asked, "Aren't you the one who ordered the mechanic?"

"Yes."Emily Brown nodded and sidled him in, "Come in."

Once inside, Michael walked straight to the bed, put down the 'box' and pointed at the bed, "Take it off, go up and lie down."

"Huh?" Emily swallowed and pinched the collar of her bathrobe subconsciously. Is this starting?

Michael unbuttoned his shirt sleeve and took out the essential oil, "If you don't undress, how can I give you a massage?"

"I know, I am worried that it will be cold later, I will turn up the air conditioning temperature first." Emily had never experienced this before, but she didn't want to be humiliated by him, so she pretended to adjust the temperature. When she turned around, the man was staring at her. How could she take it off with a look like that?

But the man had no intention of avoiding it obviously, so Emily pursed her lips and finally flopped down on the bed, undressing her upper body slowly.

The next thing she knew, cold oil dripped onto her back, and she was so shocked that she curled up for a moment. Then the next second, a pair of large, strong hands came up and rubbed circles on her back gently.

Emily Brown, who had never been touched by a man before, she felt a little uncomfortable. She pursed her lips and gripped the sheet tightly that trying to ignore the strange sensation on her body which felt like pleasure or tingling. But as the man's hands slid to her hip gradually and then followed it down, pressing gently on her hip, she let out a soft cry, "Hmm..." She reacted quickly and biting her lip tightly, then burying her head in the pillow with some embarrassment.

What a shame!

And Michael wasn't doing well either. As he touched the woman's smooth skin, his whole body screamed with the urge to crush her underneath him, especially when the woman's snow-white arse came into view, he couldn't hold back and his throat slid several times. A fire that instantly ran from the top of his head to his lower abdomen and raised a small tent instantly.

Emily's moan unleashed his long-held desire and his eyes swelled with ink as his palms kneaded her buttocks into a sensual shape. He felt Emily shrink with difficulty, and he could no longer hold back, ripping her robe off and pressing up.

"Ah!" Emily, who was almost naked completely, was turned over violently in horror and pressed against Michael's chest in horror, "What do you want?"