The Playboy's Passionate Pursuit by Emilie Rose

Author:Emilie Rose [Rose, Emilie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Monte Carlo Affairs, Category
ISBN: 9780373768172
Publisher: Silhouette
Published: 2007-08-06T22:00:00+00:00

Naked and alone, Amelia lay facedown on the table and squirmed under the sheet covering no more than an eight-inch-wide swath across her bottom.

She’d never had a massage, and the idea of someone other than her doctor getting up close and personal made her uncomfortable. But this “treat” was a gift from Candace, and her friend had promised when she’d scheduled appointments for each bridesmaid at Hôtel Reynard’s top-rated spa that a massage would be a relaxing and rejuvenating experience.

A little stress reduction couldn’t be a bad thing, Amelia admitted. Having to fight the illogical push-pull of her attraction to Toby all week had been challenge enough. Combining his tempting presence with Madeline’s eye-opening evaluation this morning threatened to make the knot of tension between Amelia’s shoulder blades a permanent fixture.

Yesterday’s kiss hadn’t helped. If Toby’s watch alarm hadn’t gone off—

Don’t go there.

She’d excused herself from the bridal party after lunch and headed directly for the spa rather than risk bumping into Toby in the upstairs hall. She couldn’t face him with her mind in turmoil. But when the receptionist had escorted her into this candlelit room, told her to strip, lie down and cover only her buttocks with the sheet, she’d almost decided she’d rather deal with Toby than expose herself to a total stranger.

Better the devil you knew…

Three things had kept her from chickening out. One, it would have been inconsiderate to cancel at the last moment and to refuse Candace’s gift. Two, Candace would be charged for the expensive massage at this late date whether Amelia had it or not. And three, Madeline’s accusation that Amelia was playing it safe was a little too accurate for comfort.

Exhaling a series of long, slow breaths, Amelia willed her limbs to loosen. Relax. The masseuse is a professional. He or she doesn’t care what you look like naked.

She’d almost convinced herself when the door opened and a draft of warm sage-scented air swirled over her skin. Her muscles clenched all over again. She pressed her face firmly into the horseshoe-shaped pillow. If she concentrated on visually tracing the veins in the marble floor beneath the table and didn’t look at the masseuse, then maybe this wouldn’t be as embarrassing. “G-good afternoon.”

“Back atcha, sugar.”

Toby! She jerked her head up just in time to see him drop the towel encircling his hips. Her lungs seized and her heart stuttered. It’s a wonder he couldn’t hear it knocking against the table. His gaze caressed her face, her naked back and her legs before traveling back up to linger on her upper torso.

She flattened her breasts against the table. “What are you doing here?”

His penis thickened, lengthened and rose from his dark golden curls, drawing her attention the way a new intern attracts nurses. Her internal muscles contracted.

“Massage. Same as you. Keep looking at me like that and I’m going to have trouble lying facedown.”

“Then leave.” Shielding her breasts with her arm, she forced her gaze back to his face. “This is a private massage.

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