Page 66 of The One That Got Away

‘Yeah,’ we replied.

‘Excellent! If you let me know when you’ve packed up your things, I’ll send Simón, the Suitcase Superintendent, to move everything here.’

‘Thanks,’ I said.

‘Right, I’ll leave you to it!’ Jasmine walked towards the door then paused. ‘Oh!’ She slapped her forehead. ‘I totally forgot to tell you about your activity for today!’

My heart jolted, then I realised it’d be fine. All the activities so far had been fun. Whatever Jasmine had up her sleeve would be no different.

‘What is it?’ Stella asked.

‘Your couple’s massage lesson!’ she beamed. Stella and I stared at each other, bug-eyed. ‘It’s all booked on the beach for two hours from five until seven o’clock to give you time for your lunch to settle. You’re going to love it!’

Two hours.

With Stella running her hands over my body.

Me running my hands all over hers.

Whether our lunch had settled or not was the least of our problems.

If I got a boner after a few minutes of her putting sun lotion on my back, how the hell would I survive Stella massaging me properly?

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STELLA

I liked Jasmine. I really did. She was sweet, kind and caring. But sometimes I wondered if she got a kick out of seeing us suffer.

First she sprang themoving into the villa togetherthing on us. Then she casually dropped the bombshell about the couple’s massage lesson.

I’d forgotten all about that and I wished she had too. I should’ve known she wouldn’t have missed an opportunity to force us together.

‘So, I suppose we should pack our things…’ I tried to avoid looking at Max. I wondered how he felt about this.

Maybe I should worry less about him and should focus more on howIwas going to keep my cool. He’d made me wet just applying sun lotion on me for two minutes, so God knows what state I’d be in if he started kneading his palms into my back or skimming the top of my arse with his big manly hands.

Shit.

‘Yeah. If I don’t see you at lunch, I’ll see you at the beach for the…massage.’

Max said the word ‘massage’ like it was a double root canalwithout anaesthetic. Yep. Just like I thought. He was dreading it too. Probably for different reasons, though.

‘Bye,’ I said, practically racing out the door and back to my room.

I was stood in front of the outdoor massage area, waiting for Max. The teacher was already here and she seemed like a no-nonsense type. That was a good thing because she’d keep the atmosphere frosty. And frosty was exactly what I needed to calm down my libido, which was out of control.

After I’d packed and organised my room, I’d planned to take my new vibrator in the shower. Determined that I wasn’t going to be caught out without batteries again, I’d upgraded to the rechargeable version.

But I’d forgotten to charge it.

So here I was, hornier than a dog in heat, about to get a massage from the hottest man alive.

Help.

As Max strolled towards me, I swallowed hard. The man looked like a god with clothes on, so touching him with just a flimsy towel covering his butt would be a new kind of torture.

‘Hi,’ he smiled, then looked at his watch. ‘I’m not late, am I?’

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