Chapter 1

Thomas Anderson took a deep breath in through his nose as he wiped the last of the scented massage oil off his hands with a warm white towel, admiring the view of the ocean from the third floor of the Landmark Resort Hotel. No matter what time of day it was, the water was always sparkling in the sun, presenting an alluring image of an idyllic island paradise that drew so many guests to the famous resort, all of them eager to kick back, relax, and enjoy the pleasures that awaited them. Thomas was happy to play a part in providing those pleasures — as a fully-licensed massage therapist, he had been hired two years before, and in between then and now he had honed his craft on hundreds of resort guests. All of his reviews had been complimentary, and a few of them had even bordered on the lascivious or inappropriate.

Thomas wasn’t full of himself, but he also wasn’t exactly surprised by these more sexually-charged reviews either (left by both men and women). At 6’5, with a head-full of golden-blond hair, and a tanned, toned body, Thomas was quite the looker, and he would’ve been lying if he didn’t feel a certain sense of self-satisfaction when he saw the expressions on the faces of his clients when they laid eyes on him for the first time. There was no other way around it — it felt good to be young and sexy, especially in a high-end resort like this. Thomas was friends with many of the other resort employees, and when they weren’t working, they were surfing, bar-hopping, and otherwise living their lives to the fullest.

‘What was it the resort owner had said to me?’ thought Thomas suddenly, still eying the water as it sparkled in the late-afternoon sun. ‘When she hired me?’ His last client had been an older woman, and the way she had shamelessly looked him up and down when he came into her room had made him remember something that Ms. Campbell, the resort owner, had commented on two years ago.

“You’ll be a hit with the older ladies,” Thomas had remembered her saying, with those striking teal eyes of her open wide with amusement. “I mean, haha, you’ll be a hit with everyone, but trust me Thomas…a lot of our massage clients are older women, and it sure helps being able to advertise that we have 6’5 studs like you on our payroll.”

“Heheh, well…thanks,” Thomas had said, chuckling at the unabashed compliment. Being in her early 40’s, Mia Campbell wasn’t quite an “older lady” herself, but Thomas was 24, and he couldn’t help but see anyone over the age of 30 as “old” by his own standards. Still, though, it certainly didn’t hurt to hear compliments like that, especially from the resort owner. Mia Campbell may have been a bit older, but she certainly looked good for her age. And her skin! Well…whenever Thomas was around her, he couldn’t help but notice that it was immaculate, without a blemish in sight. The resort owner made a point to be a visible presence around the hotel and spa that she ran, which is why Thomas was used to seeing her. But he very rarely interacted with her, even though he was her employee. Mia Capbell always seemed to be in motion, doing something, and in any case, Thomas felt like she had a kind of aura around her, the unseen but palatable power that came from her position. It would have been an exaggeration to say that he was intimidated by her, but he was also content to have her leave him be, to do his job without employer interference. The whole situation worked well — he was well-paid, and free to take on as many clients as he felt like he had time for. His situation at the resort matched the ambience of the scenery: quiet, peaceful, and content.

Right at that moment, as Thomas was staring out across the water, cleaning off his hands, sighing out in ultimate satisfaction at his situation, he heard the ascending tap-tap of the xylophone ringtone from his phone as it buzzed loudly against his massage cart. Someone was calling him. Glancing down at his phone, Thomas blinked a couple times as he swallowed audibly, wondering what could be going on. None other than Mia Campbell was calling him. For a second, Thomas felt a wave of worry pass over him. Ms. Campbell had never called him before. She had only texted him a few times, and all of those times had been an emergency, when she was asking to see if he could cover a client for another masseuse who had fallen ill. But she had never actually called him before.

His phone had already rung twice, and it was getting about ready to ring a third time when Thomas realized that he really had no business keeping the owner of the resort waiting as he wondered what the call was about. He picked his phone up and answered it immediately.

“Hello Ms. Campbell!” he exclaimed pleasantly, taking comfort in how relaxed and casual he sounded.

“Thomas,” came the cool, congenial sound of her voice on the other end. Thomas had forgotten that she had a deeper, almost velvety voice. He felt an agreeable chill go up his spine.

“I’m glad you answered,” continued Ms. Campbell, “I knew you had a client this afternoon, and I wasn’t sure if I was going to catch you or not.”

“I just now finished up, actually,” replied Thomas. He unconsciously started wiping his hands off again, getting rid of the last remnants of the scented massage oil.

“Mhmm, good, good,” said Ms. Campbell amiably. “Did it go well?”

“Oh definitely, it did!” chuckled Thomas as he looked out again at the water, breathing in through his nose as he steadied himself. He was really just casually chatting with the owner of the whole resort, like they were old friends, and it made him feel great.

“She was actually this wonderful older lady,” Thomas added, feeling a shot of confidence go through him, “Kind of like what you had mentioned to me when you hired me…remember what you said?”

“Ooooohhh!” intoned Ms. Campbell, the sound of her chuckling apparent on the other end, “Did her eyes light up when she saw you?”

“Heheh, I—I mean…well…maybe something like that,” laughed Thomas, blushing despite the fact that he had just invited the compliment.

“Mmmmm I bet she did,” murmured Ms. Campbell, “I bet she did…and who can blame her, right?”

“Wwwelll…” replied Thomas humorously, enjoying the compliment again (even if something inside him perked up a bit, wondering curiously at the brazenness of Ms. Campbell’s remark), “If you say so, Ms. Campbell.”

“Oh Thomas,” she responded with a quick, musical laugh that elevated her voice from the lower feminine register it generally occupied, “Call me Mia! I feel like it’s only proper, you know, considering that I’m going to be your next…ahem…client.”

“Y-you…you’re…um, I’m sorry, what was that?” asked Thomas blankly, stumbling a little over his words as he looked down at the concrete balcony floor he was standing on.

“Your next client, Thomas!” came the laughing reply on the other end. “I checked your schedule and you’re free the rest of the afternoon…and let me tell you, I’ve been run off my feet these last few weeks, dashing around, making sure everything’s ready for the summer push, and sometimes I just work myself so hard that I completely forget to relax. Does that ever happen to you?”

“Uhm…ehah, well, maybe sometimes,” answered Thomas, now twirling his towel around absently in his fingers. He sensed someone behind him and turned around. A middle-aged man and his wife needed to walk past, and Thomas moved out of the way, smiling and nodding at them as they passed. As ever, he towered above them both, even though the couple were of average height. But Thomas was so used to being bigger and taller than everyone that he barely even registered it.

“But,” he continued quickly, “But not as…as much as you, Ms. C—I mean, Mia. Everyone knows that you, um…that you’re the hardest worker around here.”

“A model employee, through and through,” Mia replied with cool, steady humor. “You sure know the right things to say, Thomas, haha. And, I might add, your reviews from the guests have been nothing short of stellar.”

“I’m…haha, always happy to hear that my work is appreciated!” replied Thomas truthfully. He realized that he was fidgeting a lot…why was he fidgeting? Was he getting nervous at the prospect of giving the resort owner a massage!? He never got nervous!

“So that’s why I picked you out to work on me,” Mia explained. “Well…that’s one of the reasons anyway, hahaha.” She let her quiet laughter die down over the phone, and the purposeful pause that followed was pregnant with strange and palatable energy. What was she implying?? Thomas wasn’t sure. She hadn’t crossed any lines of decency, and yet, something was firing off in the far recesses of his brain, something foreboding…a warning, perhaps. Whatever it was, he waited too long to reply, because Mia was already talking again.

“And you’re sure that you’re free the rest of the afternoon?” she asked innocently, returning to her normal conversational tone. “I won’t be interrupting any fun plans with your friends?”

“I…uh, n-no…no, not at all,” Thomas replied, still trying to recover a bit from feeling flustered. The truth was that he had been looking forward to having the rest of the day off, and maybe hitting up one of the resort bars later on that evening, but of course he wasn’t going to mention any of that — not to the resort owner.

“You can’t interrupt anything,” Thomas added, now more sure of himself. “After all, you run this place, don’t you?”

“Right answer!” laughed Mia appreciatively. “Ok, well excellent, Thomas! I’m looking forward to this — I need the full-body workup. It’s been waaaaaay too long since I’ve enjoyed a massage. Why don’t you relax for another hour or so, then meet me in the Master Suite in the Burgundy Wing at 6? I’ll leave the door unlocked, so you can just come right in.”

“Alright, that sounds great!” Thomas replied, nodding. “I’ll see you then.” He paused, unsure of anything else he needed to say, and then he simply said what popped into his head: “Thanks for, uh…for choosing me, Mia. I know it’s, heheh, just a massage, but it means a lot that you…well, that you chose me.”

“Aw Thomas,” came Mia’s velvet reply through the phone, “I’m the one who should be thanking you. See you at 6.”

Thomas stood there on the balcony for a few long moments after the conversation had ended. That call had certainly come out of left field, catching him completely by surprise. It almost didn’t seem real, like some sort of strange mirage. Part of him wanted to check his phone, to make sure he hadn’t just hallucinated the whole conversation.

‘Oh come on,’ he thought to himself, as he started to wheel his massage cart toward the elevator, ‘What are you even thinking about!? That was a totally normal conversation — there’s nothing to think about! She wants a massage, knows I’m the best masseuse out here, and booked me. That’s it — end of story…right!?’

Even though this was Thomas’s thought process, something inside him protested against such conclusions. This subconscious energy within him whispered that something else was going on…something he didn’t understand. But the whisper was sufficiently faint to the point that Thomas was easily able to brush it off without much more thought.

An hour later, he was in the Burgundy Wing of the Landmark Hotel — the fanciest spot at the whole resort — standing in front of Master Suite, Room 104. He thought about knocking, but then he remembered that Mia had told him that the door would be open, and that he should let himself in. Taking a deep breath, with his heart beating a bit faster than it did for the average client, Thomas grasped the door handle, turned, and pushed the door open, pulling his cart behind him in tow as he entered the suite. The immediate scent of rich sandalwood met his nostrils, mixed with something else that smelled sweet and heavy. Instantly, Thomas knew that she had lit candles.

The heavy door closed shut behind him on its own accord, making Thomas jump a little in surprise.

“Ohh hellllooooo!” called Mia from the other room. “Is that a Thomas I hear?”

“Yes it’s…it’s me!” called Thomas back.

“Why don’t you come on in here?” she said smoothly. “I’m all set up.”

Thomas obliged, pushing his massage cart through the main room. He didn’t often go into the rooms that were this fancy, and he found himself marveling at the opulent chandelier, the rich satin curtains, and the deep, profound burgundy that was the pervasive color in everything from the curtains to the lamps to the carpet. It was a luxurious suite…a rich suite…

Thomas hadn’t really known what to expect, but rounding the corner, he certainly had not been prepared to see what he saw: Mia was lying facedown on a massage table, her head turned sideways so that she was looking towards where Thomas was standing. She was completely naked, from head to toe, and her immaculate, unblemished skin seemed to shine forth radiantly in the dancing candlelight. Her head was lying on a perfectly-sized pillow of deep lavender, and she had made sure to pull her shoulder-length brown hair to the side, exposing her alabaster neck. Her teal eyes sparkled in recognition as she looked at him, and implicit in her look was the humor she was taking in his surprised (and expected) reaction.

“I hope you don’t mind that I went ahead and got myself ready,” Mia hummed amiably out of the side of her mouth, still somehow pronouncing her words perfectly in that deep, arresting voice of hers. “I’ve just been waiting for something like this for soooooo long…haha, I had to set the mood.”

“No, no! That’s…this is…just lovely!” replied Thomas, not untruthfully, even if he was completely taken aback. As he robotically made his way towards her, he found himself asking what exactly he had expected to see. Surely it wasn’t so strange, this whole situation! He was about to give her a massage! Of course she was going to be naked! Most of his other clients were, anyway — so what was so strange about her being naked as well!? Thomas couldn’t put his finger on it…but something did seem palpably “off” about everything.

‘You’re just overthinking it all,’ he told himself, approaching her nude body as it rested luxuriously on the soft massage table. ‘Just because she’s the owner and you work for her and…and she’s…pretty attractive, actually. Get a grip!’

“Oh and I left you some special oil to use on me,” Mia added, pointing at a bottle of clear oil next to the table. “I just loooovvve the scent of chamomile and jasmine…don’t you?”

“Definitely!” replied Thomas, nodding as he came around the table. “Happy to use it. I was getting a little tired of my old rose-scented stuff anyway, haha.”

He had expected Mia to continue with their small-talk banter, but after he finished speaking, Mia simply lay there silently on her stomach, and Thomas quickly realized that she truly was ready for him to get started. He felt his organs jostling a little inside him as he navigated his massage cart around next to where he was standing — he had never been as nervous as he was now before a massage. And again, he felt confused; where were these nerves coming from? He was just about to perform a job he did at least three or four times a day!

Thomas swallowed, trying to collect himself, as he reached for Mia’s bottle of clear oil. As his fingers fastened around it, he felt his brows creasing together in surprise: the bottle was warm, much warmer than he had expected…almost hot. His eyes jumped down to her nude body, stretched out on the massage table in front of him. She may have been in her early 40’s, but Thomas couldn’t help noticing how firm and plump her flesh looked…and the arching contours of her ass certainly weren’t anything to complain about. Her well-shaped thighs issued down from her impressive ass cheeks, and as Thomas stepped towards the table, his foot gently bumped into one of the table legs, and he saw Mia’s ass and thighs jiggle a little in response. The dozens of candles flickered playfully, infusing the air with that heavy, intoxicating sandalwood scent.

‘Come on Thomas, come onnnnn…’ he thought to himself, ‘It’s been quiet for too long…say something!’

“Haha, you know,” he chuckled out loud, as he unscrewed the cap of the surprisingly (but pleasantly) warm massage oil, “I wish all my clients went to the lengths you did to set the mood!”

“Heheh, wellllll Thomas,” intoned Mia smoothly from her prostrate position, not moving her head, “This isn’t just any old massage, you know.”

“Oh, it’s…it’s not?” he asked, trying to hide his confusion. He poured a small amount of the massage oil onto his hands, testing its feel and viscosity. Almost immediately, the warm oil seemed to soak into the top layer of his skin, infusing it with a vibrant, calming warmth. Seconds later, the tingling began. Again, it wasn’t at all uncomfortable for Thomas — it was just that he had never worked with any massage oil like this before, that made his hands feel so warm and tingly. The delicious, fragrant scents of chamomile and jasmine joined the heavy, earthy sandalwood in the air.

“No it’s not,” replied Mia, a sweet and gentle mystery in her voice. “Like I said before, I’ve been waiting for this…for a looonnnng time.”

Thomas stood there for a few silent moments, puzzling over exactly what she could be talking about. Again, he felt a kind of strange sensation of foreboding deep inside, but he once more managed to brush it away, reasoning that the resort owner was simply meaning to say, in a relaxed and playful way, that she had been working hard and had been looking forward to treating herself.

“Haha well alright,” Thomas responded affably, as he held the oil bottle up over her exposed back, “I’m happy I’m here to…heh, to help you relax. Ok if I get started?”

“Mmmmm yessss,” breathed Mia lushly. “And please, don’t hold back on the oil…or the pressure. I’m a big girl, haha…I can take it.”

“Ha, famous last words,” joked Thomas, and no sooner were the words out of his mouth when his eyes went wide and he felt a jolt of electricity go through him. Had he…just made a sexual joke!? To Mia Campbell?? While she was lying naked on a massage table in front of him!? What on earth was he thinking!? But the gentle sound of appreciative chuckling greeted his ears — she thought what he had said was funny.

‘Jesus, what a relief,’ Thomas thought, as he vigorously reminded himself not to get too comfortable in his situation. A moment later he had dismissed all his concerns and settled himself down to the task at hand: giving the resort owner the best massage of her life. He squirted a hefty amount of the chamomile/jasmine oil onto her back, and as he did so, he heard Mia moaning out softly to herself.

‘Man, she really has been looking forward to this!’ thought Thomas amusedly to himself as he rubbed the oil all around the expanse of her upper and lower back. Once again, he was struck by how nice her skin was — it was wonderfully smooth and creamy, and the scented oil only served to accentuate the loveliness of what was already there. In less than a minute, her entire back, her ass cheeks, and the backside of her thighs were all shining with the oil, and whenever Thomas made a movement against her flesh, it jiggled softly, glistening in the candlelight.

Thomas blinked a couple times and shook his head, trying to clear it. For some reason the sight of Mia’s body was more arresting than most, and affected him in a way that he wasn’t accustomed to. It was a strange thing to realize — he was no stranger to massaging all different varieties of attractive people, many of them a good deal younger than Mia.

‘It’s because she’s the resort owner,’ he told himself, positioning his feet to begin working on Mia’s shoulders, ‘That’s all. So hunker down and perform.’

For the next hour, Thomas did indeed “hunker down and perform,” seeing to it that every muscle fiber in Mia’s shoulders, arms, back, butt, and legs was massaged and kneaded to perfection. He always made sure to do a good job with his other clients, but with Mia Campbell he made a particular point to go “all-out” on his technique, care, and precision. From time to time, she moaned out in pleasured appreciation, spurring Thomas on, and boosting his confidence. Oftentimes, clients didn’t make any noises at all during a massage — Thomas didn’t mind this at all, but for this particular client, the periodic acknowledgments of pleasure were certainly appreciated. He had become invested in giving Mia a massage to remember, and the longer their session went on, the more his confidence grew.

In between the slow, purposeful effleurage around her shoulders, and the long, careful kneading petrissage on her back, Thomas became gradually aware of something odd…something that he wasn’t sure was real or not. About twenty minutes into the session, he had started to realize that the persistent warm tingling in his hands had not gone away — instead, it had intensified. For a couple anxious minutes, he had worried that he might be having some sort of reaction to the chamomile/jasmine-scented oil. But he managed to come around in his head and convince himself that it was just the warming sensation of the oil itself — and nothing more — that was causing the strange tingling in his hands. More odd even than the continuous warmth, though, was Thomas’s impression that the oil was being literally absorbed in through the skin of his hands, all the way through into his bloodstream, and carried throughout the rest of his body. Thomas knew this was all nonsense, and that none of this was really happening, but he couldn’t deny that it certainly felt like it was happening. As the session went on, the warm tingling had spread up through his arms into his torso, up through his neck, into his head and face, and even down into his legs, feet, and toes. His primal sense told him that there was something in that oil that his body was absorbing, slowly but surely, all over.

But of course Thomas knew that none of this was true. He wasn’t a physiologist, but he knew enough to be certain that massage oil couldn’t be absorbed through the hands into the bloodstream…what a ridiculous thought! He attributed the spreading, tingling warmth to his body relaxing more and more into his task, as he got more used to the idea of massaging his attractive boss’s naked body.

“Ohhhh yeeeaahh,” moaned Mia, as Thomas pushed his thumbs into the top of her gluteus medias, “Riiight there…mmmmm I carry a lot of tension in my butt…heh so, ooooooo yeah…so don’t be afraid to reeeeally get in there. Hell, even use your elbows if you want to!”

“Haha alrighty then,” replied Thomas. He generally only reserved his elbow techniques for clients who specifically asked for deep-tissue work. While it was true that Mia had already told him not to hold back, he hadn’t been planning on using that particular technique. But now, how could he not? He grinned to himself as he began to lay into her, using his elbows and forearms against her butt as she groaned out in relief.

‘Heh, she’s really getting the treatment now!’ he laughed to himself. Before long, his forearms were shining with oil. The warm tingling had intensified in his body everywhere, and Thomas again found himself fighting off the perception that his body was directly absorbing even more of the oil straight into his bloodstream.

‘I’m just getting a little hot and bothered,’ he assured himself, ‘Looking at this big ass here!’

Thomas generally didn’t gawk too hard at clients’ assets, but with Mia he found himself fixating on just how amazing her skin was, and how well-proportioned and feminine her body looked. And as the session wore on, something else gradually came creeping up into his mind…something even weirder than the warm tingly feeling that was now ubiquitous throughout his body — the longer he rubbed and massaged her, Thomas felt like…well, he hesitated to even really dwell on it, but eventually he had to pause and consider. It felt like Mia’s body was…what was the word? Swelling? Growing!? At first he chalked it down to the deep, rhythmic cadence of her breathing, in and out, in and out. But eventually he realized that the sensation of Mia’s flesh growing beneath his hands wasn’t correlated with her inhaling a breath.

Once again, Thomas was well aware that these thoughts were ridiculous, and that Mia wasn’t actually getting bigger as he massaged her. Maybe it was a combination of the warm oil and the heavy, perfumed air that was making him a little lightheaded, making him imagine things. A couple times, the sensation of Mia expanding beneath him became so accentuated that he actually had to step back and regroup, disguising his behavior by grabbing a quick drink of water from his massage cart. The third time he had to do this, he froze in the midst of his almost-overwhelming warm tingles as Mia suddenly spoke:

“Everything ok?” Her soft, velvety voice somehow seemed even deeper, more feminine, and more profound than before. Thomas felt that the atmosphere was really starting to affect him, now, and he resolved to start wrapping the session up.

“Oh yeah!” he answered with a bright casualness, “Just taking a little sip of water before I finish the session up with your feet.”

“Finish up?” asked Mia, “Haha, what are you talking about, Thomas?”

“I…I, uh…I m-mean,” he stammered, inwardly starting to panic, “I thought that you —”

“Oh I’ve just LOVED what you’ve done so far,” Mia continued, looking at him steadily from the side, “But it would be a real tease if you only worked on one side of me. Like I said, Thomas, I want the full-body work-up.”

“I…oh,” he said, still confused, but beginning to understand, “Oh I see…”

“Tell you what,” said Mia decisively, “Why don’t we just skip the feet today, actually. I’m pretty ticklish down there, actually, haha. And instead let’s just go straight to my chest.”

Without wasting any time, Mia suddenly propped herself up on her side with her elbow, and then, with a quick, deft turn, she rotated herself onto her back, the sound of her rich, oiled flesh slapping and sliding gently against the plush black leather of the massage table. Thomas found himself blinking down at her toned body, which was fleshy in all the expected feminine places, but he especially couldn’t avoid staring at her perky breasts, which stood at attention on her chest like two firm, small hills. They weren’t big by any means — Thomas quickly figured they were about a B-cup or so — but they certainly looked good.

Thomas had been starting to feel anxious and out-of-sorts, but Mia’s sudden and unexpected insistence had breathed life back into his confidence. It was like he had been reminded that he was living in the real world, and that he was currently doing a wonderful job massaging his boss. She had, in fact, been so taken with his technique that she was inviting him to do something no female client had ever suggested: massaging her bare breasts. He set his face, determined not to smirk.

“Ok Mia,” he smiled pleasantly, “You got it!”

‘Heck, why not?’ he thought to himself as he oiled up her firm, perky breasts, ‘Let’s give her a bit of a thrill, huh?’

For the next twenty minutes, Thomas carefully worked over Mia’s breasts, kneading and pressing them generously, as she lay there on her back with her eyes closed. A couple times, she opened her lids ever so slightly, staring at him, but whenever Thomas looked back at her, she had closed them again. He felt his cock stirring in his pants as he massaged; there was no getting around it — Mia was just sexy, the way her body looked and felt, the way she moved gently under his touch, the way she would softly moan out every once in a while…the whole package. It was all Thomas could do to keep himself focused on his task. And all the while, that same strange sensation persisted, except now on the opposite side of her body: it felt like Mia’s breasts were literally growing in his hands, the more he rubbed and massaged them. A couple times, as he palmed both of her breasts simultaneously, the feeling was so real that he was sure her breasts were actually, actively, getting bigger, with each knead of his hands.

But again, after the fact, he managed to dismiss these bizarre “realizations,” and again attributed them to the atmosphere of candlelight and an overwhelming array of fragrances he wasn’t used to. By the time he was finally done, however, Thomas couldn’t deny it: Mia’s breasts certainly looked bigger…way more like a C-cup than a B-cup.

‘Heh, they were probably always that big, anyway,’ he thought to himself, blinking down at them as he stepped back. ‘Guess it’s just the light reflecting off the oil, or…or something…’

“Well Thomas,” breathed Mia, sitting up slowly and arching her back, “That was JUST lovely! Thank you SO much for all the effort you put in. Mmmmmm, just stretching out now, I already feel like a new woman!”

“That’s…that’s great!” Thomas managed to respond, as he was momentarily stunned by the incredible sight of her oiled-up nude body arching and stretching before him. “It’s my pleasure!”

“I’ve gotta book you more regularly!” Mia laughed, hopping up off the massage table and extending her hand in thanks. Thomas accepted her handshake and smiled, nodding as he tried to ignore the fact that she was shamelessly standing there in front of him, totally naked, like it was nothing. And…wasn’t she shorter!? Thomas suddenly remembered that she had only come up to his shoulders before. But her head was just about even with his chin now.

He shrugged the thought off — obviously he had been mistaken before.

“I’d love that, Mia,” he replied truthfully, shaking her hand. A sensual slickness sounded out into the air as their hands parted, since they were both slathered up in oil by this point.

“Excellent,” she breathed quietly, blinking up at him with those big, gentle eyes. They went slowly up and down his body for a couple long moments before finally returning to his face. Thomas smiled back down at her, knowing that he needed to get out of there before his erection became too obvious.

Ten minutes later he had left Mia’s room and the Burgundy Wing, and had stashed his massage cart away. Normally he would have gone for a swim in the ocean, but right now he felt so turned-on that he needed something different, something where he could be alone. He walked down to his rental car and got in, determined to go for a drive around the island to get his bearings and clear his head. He was so preoccupied that he didn’t even notice that he had more legroom than usual in the driver’s seat.