The spa smelled of lavender but the scent did nothing to calm Sophia’s racing nerves. She lay face-down on the massage table, a white sheet draped over her lower body. Her husband, Marcus, was in the private waiting lounge right next door, separated only by a wall and a sliding door. He had insisted on coming with her for their anniversary weekend getaway, saying he’d relax with a book while she got her “much-needed” massage.
If only he knew.
The door opened softly. “Mrs. Bennett? I’m Luca. I’ll be taking care of you today.”
Sophia’s breath caught. Luca was devastatingly handsome, mid-30s, tall, with olive skin, sculpted arms, and dark wavy hair tied back. His deep voice carried a slight Italian accent that made her toes curl. He moved with quiet confidence as he warmed oil between his
