Amanda knew this was crazy, especially since she saw these people on a near daily basis. While she wasn't opposed to really good sex with a man or a woman, there were few people that she was willing to see on a regular basis after the fact (Duncan being one of them). However, she had long since learned that there were sometimes itches that just had to be scratched-and at the moment, she didn't really care who it was that did so.
She had reached the spa first, and was already sitting in the hot tub. She had taken a few extra minutes to set out some candles in the room, and add some flowery stuff to the water-centuries had taught her that the scene of the act was just as important as the act, and she wanted to make sure that both of the women who came-and anyone else-were comfortable. Under the water, she wore a red string bikini, though all that was visible at the moment were the straps.
She ducked her head under the water to wet her hair, brushing a hand through the short platinum blond strands absently, then glanced over at the door, wondering when anyone would arrive.