Page 95 of Until the Sea Runs Dry

Wearing only the stunning silk lingerie that someone had thrust at her (Jane shuddered to think how they knew her exact size), she laid on a leather recliner as her hair was expertly washed by an Amazonian woman with the gentlest touch. Her skin was buffed and her hands manicured in the spa that formed an entire wing of Logan’s house. Though she had already been here a while, she still couldn’t wrap her head around it.

The man had his own indoor spa.

The room was carved out of marble and divided into sections. On the far side sat a pair of matching massage tables, an array of oils and candles on a stone stand beside them. Another contained the make-up area. A rainbow of products waited in an easily accessible tiered display for someone to play with them. Lightbulbs protruded from the mirrored wall behind them. Across the room stood the nail bar and hairdressing salon.

As soon as she had arrived home, she had been whisked into this section of the house — which she hadn’t even known existed. A part of her wanted to see Logan, to thank him for the kindness he’d extended to Clare, but she hadn’t forgotten the awkwardness of the morning, or the tension of last night. Either way, the decision was taken off her hands as he’d been locked in his office, working for most of the afternoon.

She sank into the recliner, letting out a deep sigh as the team worked over her body. There was a minty aroma in the air, from all the creams and oils they used that relaxed her. The tension faded from her shoulders, massaged away by those magic fingers.

Energy sparkled from the team that were prepping her for the night’s ball. There were six girls, all wearing conservative white dresses and pumps. They tackled their jobs with such enthusiasm, it would be easy to think that they were the ones who would be going out.

“You are frowning, am I doing this too hard?” Her hair washer asked with a Russian accent.

“No, no. It feels heavenly. I’m just not used to so many people fussing over me.”

“You are Mr. Steel’s lady now, you should get used to being pampered.”

If only you knew.

Hoping to avoid further talk, Jane closed her eyes and tried to let the alien sensation of strangers touching her body fade away. Hopefully, the process wouldn’t take too long…

It was almost four hours later when they finally announced that she was ready.

Once they had washed her hair, someone else had dried it, while another lotioned her body — ignoring Jane’s insistence that she could do it herself. A Chicken Caesar sandwich was brought in, which she gratefully devoured, causing the girls around her to recoil in horror.

It was unheard of for a woman to eat carbs… and at lunch of all times!

Her face was artfully made up: light on foundation as Jane’s flawless dewy skin didn’t need much, the barest of eyeshadow and liner, and a deep red lip for drama. Her hair was put into a French twist made special by shifting it to one side as artfully arranged wisps spilled down to frame her face.

When she slipped into the dress and the strappy diamond-encrusted heels, Jane had to admit that the entire effect was dazzling. She stared at herself in the mirrors, unable to believe that the polished and composed woman reflected in them was her.

The girls’ chatter and sighs of appreciation silenced at Logan’s arrival.

The look on his face was electric.

His jaw turned slack, his mouth opening into an O. But it was his eyes raking over her body, turning hooded with a deep lust that sent her heart pounding in her chest.

And he wasn’t the only one affected by the other’s appearance.

Wearing a dark silver tuxedo that perfectly showcased his rippling muscles, and the toned body beneath, Logan looked every inch the movie star. His walnut hair had been styled with a textured pompadour blowout that added almost two more inches to his already tall frame. Cleanly shaved, his tanned skin glowed. His very presence seemed to have sucked all the air out of the room.

Jane drew in a sharp breath.

He was dangerously, lethally handsome. She forced her hands that had become clammy down to her sides.

Sensing the undercurrents in the room, the team of staff left, leaving the two alone.

“You are stunning, Jane. Truly beautiful.”

He crossed the room to her, long legs striding as if he couldn’t reach her fast enough. The fingers that lifted her chin were cool to the touch, yet conversely, they seemed to scorch her skin.

She fought to stay calm even as her stomach did flip flops.

“I had not noticed how graceful your neck was before. Like a swan,” he murmured. His fingers glided over her skin in a light caress that sent chills shooting up her spine, the nerves seemingly heightened after hours of being handled.

“A shame then, that your look isn’t complete.”

It took a moment for his words to sink in. She watched in a daze as he pulled a string of diamonds from his pocket.

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