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His lips twisted. “Yes.”
“Do you have feelings for her?” I demanded.
My gaze flickered over to find the statuesque beauty smirking at me, the satisfaction plastered on her face thicker than her makeup.
I turned back to Ares, my insides seething.
“Deep feelings. Namely contempt. Now get out of here so I can put this godawful day to bed.”
“You better kiss me soon,” I muttered.
He laughed out loud, and I felt my shoulders begin to shake.
Meeting his eyes, he looked at me warmly. “Take the afternoon. Get a massage. Go shopping. Do something for yourself. Leave Eloise here.”
“You need protection?” I teased.
He shook his head. “There’s safety in numbers.”
I spent the afternoon exactly as he prescribed. First, I ate to fuel myself for shopping. I arrived back just in time for my massage.
I lay face down on the table and didn’t raise my head even when the door opened.
“Hello, Hope. I’m Giselle and I’m going to change the music for you. Do you have a favourite scent?”
She urged me to lie quietly while she prepared. The room was warm, and she wasted no time rolling the sheet down low around my hips. The music lulled me as much if not more so than the sweet fragrance wafting in the air. Bit by bit, I sank further into the bed beneath me. When the door opened again, I barely noticed.
“Hello, Ares.”
My head shot up. “Ares?”
“Hello, Hope.” He bent low to save me twisting my neck, his eyes straying to my chest where I’d half lifted off the bed. His dark eyes slowly climbed back up to mine, the air between us charged. “I missed you today,” he admitted gruffly. “Changed your appointment to a couples’ massage. Does that work for you?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “That’s…that’s…that’s a really good idea. I wish I thought of it. I mean,” I grasped the front of the sheet and moved to sit up. “Not that I would assume. You know what they say about assuming?” I raised my eyebrows in question. Completely disconnected from my brain which was entirely focussed on a naked Ares loosely wrapped in a light robe, my mouth continued to move. “It makes an ass out of u and me. Get it?” My brain caught up and my mouth dropped open. “Not that you’re an ass!”
Chuckling, he pressed his finger over my lips and smiled into my eyes. “That’s fine. I’m an ass. You talk too much. Let’s get a massage.”
Another man entered the room, his deep voice sending shivers up my spine.
“You’ve got an amazing voice,” I blurted.
“He’s my masseuse, Hope,” Ares grumbled.
I laughed. “I’m just saying…”
“Stop talking,” he demanded, amusement ripe in his voice. “You talk entirely too much.”
“Can we take turns halfway through?” I teased.
“We can do that if you wish,” Giselle answered.
“No!” I exclaimed.
Ares laughed. “Not so funny when the tables are turned, is it?”
Sixty minutes later, I didn’t trust my limbs to hold me.
Giselle lifted the warmed sheet and draped it over my limp form while Ares received the same treatment.
