Page 69 of Wedlocked

I pursed my lips. “I’ll ask Jamie to talk to him.”

Rory nodded. “Thanks.”

We chatted more about the wedding and then separated to get facials, which, by the way, was completely heavenly. Afterward, we met again in an all-white Zen waiting space with padded chaise lounge chairs where we propped up our feet to wait for our masseurs to come get us.

Landry went first, then Rory, which left Jess and me alone.

“Madison?”

I glanced in her direction. “Yeah?”

“I know I said it before, but thank you again for today. I thought getting married would be bittersweet because I don’t have a relationship with my mom… or any of my family. But Ihaven’t had any time to feel even an ounce of bitterness. It’s all been sweet. A lot of that is because of you. Thank you for helping me find my dress, for all of this. Mostly, just for being you.”

“Aww.” I leaped up off the chair, and we met in the middle to hug. “I’m so happy Kruger brought you into the family. You two are going to be so happy together. I just know it.”

Our masseurs appeared at the same time, and I gave her one last squeeze before I was escorted into a dimly lit room that looked like it was made of white marble. The only light was from flickering white candles that lined the perimeter of the room. In the center was a massage table covered in pristine white linen and topped with white rose petals.

Over to the side of the room was a stone vessel-style sink and a counter with supplies. Soothing music, carried on the subtle scent of rose, filled the room.

A woman in white directed me to the table. “You can disrobe and get under the covers. We’ll start with you lying facedown.” She gestured to the face cradle. “Please take your time. I’ll be back in a moment.”

When I was alone, I untied my robe and laid it across a nearby bench. I wasn’t wearing a bra but elected to keep on my underwear, which were white satin.

The bedding on the table was warm, and I slid into it and turned, pulling the blanket with me to place my face in the cradle, which was donut-shaped with a large opening so I could breathe.

Settling, my eyes drifted closed, and I breathed deep. Moments later, there was a light knock on the door and, without lifting my face, I answered, “Come in.”

I never knew if I should say that or not, but it felt weird to not answer at all.

The sound of the door opening and closing was brief. The masseur was soundless as she moved across the room. Theblanket covering me was gently peeled down to reveal my shoulders and upper back, and a moment later, a warm stream of oil slid over my skin. After all the tension of finals the last couple weeks, this massage was so needed.

Two large hands settled over my back, and my eyes flew wide.What awfully big hands for a petite woman.

The oddly oversized hands were gentle and confident, and they dragged out from the center of my spine to my shoulders, the oil gliding across my skin.

My lower belly loosened, and a flush of something I’d never felt during a massage bloomed inside me. The hands moved again, gliding over my sides to skim the sides of my breasts.

She’s a large-handed pervert!I let out a strangled sound and twisted around, covering my bare breasts as I went.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing—” I started, my words falling away when I saw who was standing over me. “Oh my God.”

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Jamie

“Excuse me,ma’am, but do all your masseurs turn you on, or is it just me?”

The look on her face wasit. I was either getting jumped or gettingjumped. You know what I mean, bro?

You missed me, didn’t you?

“Jamie!”

“Nobody else better be in here touching them lady bits,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest to give her a squinty-eyed warning.

“My God! I thought I was being molested by a stranger,” she exclaimed. “I almost brained you!”

Clearly, she was intimidated. I mean, shealmostbrained me. Couldn’t go through with it.

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