Chapter 20

Waking up to the familiar feeling of manhandling in the sheets wasn’t how I wanted to start my day. Opening my eyes, I saw the familiar ceiling of the Korean hotel I’d stayed in, the chandelier turning slowly as the broken beams of light twirled with it, I turned my head to the window with a bright full moon pouring in quite literally. I turned back to the ceiling but last I remembered, there was no chandelier there. And then I finally remembered where it was from. Barry Hall’s wedding.

I was rudely sucked through the sheets without warning, and my eyes fell shut instinctively. When I opened them again, I found myself on my stomach on a leather surface and nimble hands massaging my shoulders. Luckily I remembered that I was at the spa before I panicked. Memories of waking up, getting ready for work, spending a day at the office uninterrupted by men, and then heading to the spa rushed back to me.

“Your muscles are very tense.” Hani, the masseuse said softly. I could only sigh in agreem