Your brain automatically translates wtf but not lol
– Harlee’s Random Thoughts.
Chapter 4
Harlee
As I walked out of room number four, I pressed my hand to my mouth, trying and slowly failing to hold my laughter in.
Things that happened in my life that didn’t make any sense.
And I had learned a long time ago that if you didn’t laugh through those moments that they would eat you alive.
I finally made it to my receptionist’s desk and stopped trying to fight it.
Unfortunately, the moment Everly’s eyes locked on mine, her lifted brow, I let it out.
Laughter came barreling out of me, so hard, I couldn’t breathe.
“He... he... asked me... if... I... wanted to come over later and... find out if hot fudge... on his back could do the same thing as the oils I had used.” I said through my laughter.
We finally got our laughter and giggles under control by the time Mr. Simpson was dressed and walking out of the room.
Normally, what we had done would have been unprofessional as hell, but thankfully, all of the rooms were soundproofed. I couldn’t even begin to tell you how many times I had felt like a therapist instead of a massage therapist.
He looked at me and winked, just as the bell above the door jingled, “So, did you think about your answer?”
A gruff, raspy voice asked, “What answer?”
My head whipped in Carter’s direction, and I smiled, “Hey, what brings you by?”
His eyes trailed from me and to Mr. Simpson, giving him a once-over, then they returned to me. “What answer?”
Mr. Simpson shook his head, “Oh, it was nothing. Just asked if a different type of... of umm... You know what, never mind.” Then he looked at me and asked, “Same time in two weeks?”
I nodded.
The moment he was out of the door, Everly started laughing, and I soon followed.
Carter was looking between Everly at me, clearly at a loss for words.
I was the first to get my laughter under control and shook my head, “So, what brings you by?”
He crossed his arms over his massive chest and raised a brow.
I sighed and ran my hand through my hair.
I knew what he was silently asking.
He wasn’t going to let this go, and knowing him, he definitely wanted.
I also knew that when Carter Griggs made up his mind about something, there was no changing it.
So, I did the only logical thing I could. I opened my mouth and told him, “Mr. Simpson gets our deep-tissue package. Well, he had read something and asked me about it.”
He nodded, “Okay, well, that wouldn’t cause you to laugh. What’s the rest of it?”
I let out a little growl and watched as his lips twitched.
