EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures
Already, the tension in my jaw eased a notch.
Just breathe, I told myself. Let it go.
The door opened with a soft click about five minutes later.
'Hi, Jane. I'm Alexis, your masseuse today.' The voice was smooth, laced with a confident timbre that wasn't Mike's gravelly baritone.
I lifted my head slightly, peering through the face cradle. There she stood...tall, maybe 5'10", with an athletic build that filled out the spa's standard black uniform...fitted pants hugging toned legs, a polo shirt stretched over broad shoulders and the subtle curve of her breasts.