maybe even drop her robe.
Except the person waiting for her by a candlelit massage table wasn’t Sean. It wasn’t even a man at all.
“Good evening. You must be Miss Prescott.”
Leah came to a sharp halt and looked at the plump, pleasant-looking woman waiting for her. Before she could stop herself, she glanced around for Sean, but the small room was empty except for this person.
“Miss Prescott?”
Leah jumped as the woman repeated her name. “Uh, yes. I’m Leah Prescott. Am I in the right room?”
The disappointment in her voice was so clear that Leah winced at its starkness, but if the other woman heard it, she didn’t make any indication. She only smiled.
“You’re in the right place. I’m Cory Handen, the head massage therapist for Escapades . Please lie down and I’ll begin.” She motioned to the table with a small smile.
“Handen, like Handen Spas in New York?” Leah asked. She shrugged her robe partly down her shoulders and took a position on the comfortable massage table.
“The very one,” Cory said. “My sister and I own Handen Spas, but Sean made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. I work here during the peak season and in New York during the off months.”
Leah shut her eyes and rested her forehead down into the little open circle at the head of the table. Cory peeled her robe the rest of the way off and replaced it with a soft, cotton sheet.
“Your spas are very well-known. I guess I’m just surprised you’d give up full-time work in New York to come give massages in a resort.”
Cory’s smooth, firm hands came down on Leah’s back with the perfect amount of pressure. “Sean can be very persuasive. And he only wants the best, especially for his very special guests.”
“But-”
The other woman laughed. “No more talk for tonight. I’m happy to answer any other questions you may have for your article tomorrow. For now, I have my orders to give you a relaxing, pleasant experience.”
“Thank you,” Leah managed weakly as she opened her eyes to stare at the marble floor below her.
Relaxing and pleasant hadn’t been on her list when Sean had reminded her that tonight was her second fantasy. Especially after the taste and scent fantasy he’d given her the night before and the encounter they’d shared on the beach. She’d expected something erotic, something that would chip away at her wavering line of remaining control and eventually lead her to surrender to him completely. But he wasn’t even there to surrender to.
And while the feel of Cory’s hands on her stiff muscles was heavenly, it wasn’t exactly the heaven she’d experienced beneath Sean’s skillful tongue that afternoon.
Blood heated her cheeks at the memory, a memory her body was sharing as much as her mind. Even with just a thought, her muscles tensed and a deep ache began in her lower belly. One no massage was going to fulfill.
“You’re so stiff,” Cory said. “Most people relax when they come to paradise. Just try to enjoy the moment.”
Leah murmured her agreement, but she just couldn’t bring herself to enjoy this moment. No, her rebel mind kept bringing her back to other moments. Like her first night on the island when she had sucked the sweet remnants of fruit from Sean’s warm fingers. Fingers that had later brushed over her skin with the rhythmic gentleness mirrored in the ones stroking over her bare body now.
Leah’s eyes flew open.
What had brought that thought on?
Being given a massage by a middle-aged woman was nothing like Sean gliding his hands over her body. Except that the hands moving over her skin now reminded her so much of his touch. Too much to be totally blamed on memory.
“Sean?” she whispered.
The hands hesitated, then stopped moving entirely. Leah let out a soft gasp as she lifted her head away from the table and glanced over her shoulder. Sure enough, Sean was now leaning over her, looking down at her in the dim light with a glitter of
Except the person waiting for her by a candlelit massage table wasn’t Sean. It wasn’t even a man at all.
“Good evening. You must be Miss Prescott.”
Leah came to a sharp halt and looked at the plump, pleasant-looking woman waiting for her. Before she could stop herself, she glanced around for Sean, but the small room was empty except for this person.
“Miss Prescott?”
Leah jumped as the woman repeated her name. “Uh, yes. I’m Leah Prescott. Am I in the right room?”
The disappointment in her voice was so clear that Leah winced at its starkness, but if the other woman heard it, she didn’t make any indication. She only smiled.
“You’re in the right place. I’m Cory Handen, the head massage therapist for Escapades . Please lie down and I’ll begin.” She motioned to the table with a small smile.
“Handen, like Handen Spas in New York?” Leah asked. She shrugged her robe partly down her shoulders and took a position on the comfortable massage table.
“The very one,” Cory said. “My sister and I own Handen Spas, but Sean made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. I work here during the peak season and in New York during the off months.”
Leah shut her eyes and rested her forehead down into the little open circle at the head of the table. Cory peeled her robe the rest of the way off and replaced it with a soft, cotton sheet.
“Your spas are very well-known. I guess I’m just surprised you’d give up full-time work in New York to come give massages in a resort.”
Cory’s smooth, firm hands came down on Leah’s back with the perfect amount of pressure. “Sean can be very persuasive. And he only wants the best, especially for his very special guests.”
“But-”
The other woman laughed. “No more talk for tonight. I’m happy to answer any other questions you may have for your article tomorrow. For now, I have my orders to give you a relaxing, pleasant experience.”
“Thank you,” Leah managed weakly as she opened her eyes to stare at the marble floor below her.
Relaxing and pleasant hadn’t been on her list when Sean had reminded her that tonight was her second fantasy. Especially after the taste and scent fantasy he’d given her the night before and the encounter they’d shared on the beach. She’d expected something erotic, something that would chip away at her wavering line of remaining control and eventually lead her to surrender to him completely. But he wasn’t even there to surrender to.
And while the feel of Cory’s hands on her stiff muscles was heavenly, it wasn’t exactly the heaven she’d experienced beneath Sean’s skillful tongue that afternoon.
Blood heated her cheeks at the memory, a memory her body was sharing as much as her mind. Even with just a thought, her muscles tensed and a deep ache began in her lower belly. One no massage was going to fulfill.
“You’re so stiff,” Cory said. “Most people relax when they come to paradise. Just try to enjoy the moment.”
Leah murmured her agreement, but she just couldn’t bring herself to enjoy this moment. No, her rebel mind kept bringing her back to other moments. Like her first night on the island when she had sucked the sweet remnants of fruit from Sean’s warm fingers. Fingers that had later brushed over her skin with the rhythmic gentleness mirrored in the ones stroking over her bare body now.
Leah’s eyes flew open.
What had brought that thought on?
Being given a massage by a middle-aged woman was nothing like Sean gliding his hands over her body. Except that the hands moving over her skin now reminded her so much of his touch. Too much to be totally blamed on memory.
“Sean?” she whispered.
The hands hesitated, then stopped moving entirely. Leah let out a soft gasp as she lifted her head away from the table and glanced over her shoulder. Sure enough, Sean was now leaning over her, looking down at her in the dim light with a glitter of
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