Chapter Twelve

"I really needed that massage. I feel a lot less tense now," Adam remarked, an hour later as we walked back to our room.

"Me too. We should do that more often," I concurred.

"I have massage oil back at my house. Maybe next time, we can do it on each other," he suggested with a wry grin. I blush, suddenly imagining him pouring oil all over my body, touching me.

Maybe he'd reach between my legs, work me up and then . . .

"You okay?" Adam asked and I coughed trying to get the dirty images that just appeared out of my head.

"Yeah, of course," I stuttered, "that sounds nice."

"Let's go out for dinner tonight," he suggested. "We need to appear the happy couple, remember? Especially since Nina is here . . . I bet she's keeping a close eye on us," he scowled.

"You're right," I agreed. "I can get ready in fifteen, does that work?"

"Perfect. I'll wait for you downstairs," he said and leaves me to get ready. I start doing my hair and make up.

I want to look sexy tonight so I put on an orange se