Ophelia lay on her back, her entire body tense as a board.
Then, she felt it.
A warm, large, strong palm pressed against her back. Warm oil was poured directly onto her skin, making her flinch slightly. But the touch wasn't rough. Instead, that palm began to move with firm pressure, spreading the oil from her tense neck, down along her spine, to her plump buttocks.
"Breathe deeply, Ms. Fiona," Freyden's voice sounded calm above her. "Your muscles are like stone."
Ophelia tried to take a breath, but it was difficult. Because this man's touch—though through a seemingly ordinary massage—sent strange waves of sensation through her entire body.
