Page 12 of Billionaire's Surprise

Six

Emerson

When we got to the posh, spacious cabana Fray had reserved, the loungers were pushed to the side and two tables with thick pads on them were in the center.

“Couples massages,” he told me. “I thought it would be a great way to start the day. They have some world-class massage therapists on staff, which is good because you deserve only the best.”

“I’ve never gotten a massage,” I told him.

“Well, you’re in for a treat,” a male voice said from the open front of the enclosure. When we wanted to be alone, a pair of curtains could be pulled over it for privacy, but right now, a blond, tanned guy in a white tee and floral board shorts stood there.

“And you are?” Fray asked, sounding unwelcoming. His body went rigid, and he stepped closer to me. Any minute, I expected him to jump in front of me as if dodging a bullet from the surfer dude before us.

The blond man seemed unfazed, a wide grin stretching his face. “I’m Shane. I’m here for your massage.”

“No, you’re not,” Fray growled. I gave him side-eye becausewhat the heck.

“Fraser,” I muttered through my teeth. “Don’t be rude.”

“He’s not touching you,” he replied back, not so much under his breath.

Shane’s brow furrowed, and he lifted a tablet I hadn’t noticed.

“Uh…” He clicked his tongue in a random tune as he surveyed it. “Two massages. I’m supposed to do yours,” he glanced at Fray, “and my partner, Millie, who should be here in a minute, is doing Ms. Blake’s. You are Mr. Cassel, correct?”

Fray gave a chin lift.

“Don’t worry, dude. I might look tough, but I’ll be gentle,” Shane teased.

My guy shook his head.

“Hey, can we have a sec?” I asked the masseuse.

“Of course. We’ll be ready to get started in a hot minute. You two need to…” He made a quick motion over his sternum and clicked again. “Get naked on the top then climb under the sheets, face up. Be back in five.”

He drew the curtains, enclosing us in shadows.

I closed the distance between me and Fray then draped my arms loosely around his waist. “Relax. He seems harmless, and I bet he’ll be completely professional. He wouldn’t be top-rated if he was on the make.”

“You’re right. Thinking of another man near you just brings out my inner caveman.”

“I don’t mind, but maybe dial it back a little.”

“No promises, babe.” Fray bussed his lips over mine, and I hummed. I really liked when he did that. In fact, truth be told, I kind of looked forward to going to bed tonight and pretending as if I wouldn’t end up all tangled up with him again by morning. Waking in his arms had been shocking, but it was also…life changing. As in…I wasn’t sure how I’d recover from him after this cruise. He’d been filling my thoughts since New York. Now, my imaginings had taken a turn for the steamy. Well…steamier.

Still…

“Turn around,” I murmured, letting him go.

“What?”

“If I’m taking off my shirt and bikini top, you’re not watching.”

“I could help.”

“We’re not there yet,” I admonished.

He looked hopeful. “But we will get there.”

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