Touch of Heaven
"Good morning, boss."
Raina St. James stepped through the doors of Touch of Heaven Day Spa and smiled at the attractive young woman seated behind the circular reception desk. Although Raina had been in business for nearly two years, being addressed as "boss" still gave her goose bumps on occasion.
"Good morning, Nikki," she cheerfully greeted the receptionist as she approached the large desk. "How's everything going?"
"Great! We're already at full capacity and it's barely ten o'clock."
Raina grinned. "Now that's what I like to hear first thing on a Monday morning. Got any messages for me?"
Nikki Kramer passed her a small stack of phone messages. "I put the rest through to your voice mail."
"Thanks, Nikki," Raina said, her high heels clicking on the gleaming marble floor as she left the lobby and headed toward her office near the back of the small building.
As she walked, she passed wood-paneled walls adorned with tranquil seascapes and bamboo light sconces that provided warm, ambient lighting. Soft, serene music wafted from hidden speakers throughout the spa, and the scent of fragrant oils and ... read full excerpt from: Touch of Heaven ebook