Page 78 of Unexpected Entanglement

“Don’t tell me you apprenticed at The Sullens’ spa?” Rowan looked amused.

“Not at The Sullens. The massage therapists in Bali showed me a few of their signature techniques. I sense your muscles can use a relaxing rub.”

Rowan studied him with those eyes he’d become well-versed in reading. “We’re not supposed to do this again.”

“I’m only offering a massage.” Chris chuckled. “What kind of massage therapist do you take me for?”

“The kind that is very thorough.”

“Oh, I am.” Chris winked.

She laughed, but then said, “Chris Sullens, you’re on. Honestly, that’ll be an ultimate fantasy coming true.”

What the hell is happening to me?

With sheer excitement, Rowan secured the belt around the robe she had changed into. She’d never been this open with a man, let alone with a man she’d known for a week.

Rowan had never thought about asking Richard to role play or to spend a day just love making. She wondered why was it so easy to express to Chris about her carnal desires?

Because he looks at me like I’m a delectable dessert and literally loves to eat me.

When a woman knew how much a man wanted her, her inhibitions evaporated. And Rowan had no doubt a man likeChris Sullens, with his body, face, and money, had had a string of models, socialites, or celebrities with long legs, tight asses, and perfect silicone-filled boobs. But right now, he wanted her.

And that is all this is about—just right now.

With open eyes, Rowan walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, where Chris was waiting for her. He’d turned down the lights and lit some candles. There was a soothing sound of trickling water playing low and an aromatherapy fragrance in the air—a sample from Morgan.

“You’ve been busy.” Rowan couldn’t help but chuckle. The man was very detailed.

“I give only the best service, ma’am.”

“Did you just ma’am me?” She feigned an insulted expression.

Chris indulgently smiled. “What would you like me to call you?”

“Anything besides ma’am,” she quipped. “Supreme goddess will be ideal.”

Barking out a laugh, he obliged, “Very well, my supreme goddess. Lie on your belly.” He’d turned down her bed and arranged it for the massage. Robe or no robe, whatever you're comfortable with.”

The robe fell to the floor.

Chris tried hard not to laugh by biting his lips in and forcing his eyes away from her obvious assets.

Rowan was impressed. He was really trying to stay in character. She didn’t bait him further and did as he instructed. He covered her with the flat sheet and exposed only her left leg.

Rowan couldn’t see what he was doing, but the next thing she felt was warm oil spread by his large hands from her foot to the underside of her butt cheek. He repeated the movement with deeper pressure, ensuring the back of her leg was slick with oil before he started kneading her calf muscle with the base of his palms.

“You’re legit giving me a massage?” She was stunned.

“You deserve a massage,” he said. “Just relax.”

Rowan wouldn’t say no to a massage, but she felt a little disappointed. Though the feeling was fast forgotten as his capable hands coaxed her muscles to loosen. He moved to the right leg after a few minutes. She sighed contentedly when he used his thumbs to give her a foot massage. It felt heavenly.

Chris then covered her lower half before uncovering her upper body and pouring warm oil on the small of her back. He thoroughly rubbed it over her buttocks, then slowly up to her shoulders. She didn’t mean to moan, but it felt so good. She didn’t realize how sore she’d been all this time.

Since her arrival on the island, she’d painted, moved furniture, cleaned, and fixed anything that needed fixing. She’d taken care of all the work they’d abandoned after her father’s death.

He’s right. I deserve this.

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