Jan Week 3: Spa Day with Samantha...Things don't go further with the male attendant...

At first, Leah was so lost in the wild, forbidden heat of Ethan’s touch that she nearly forgot herself. She’d come to the spa for stress relief and found herself one edge-of-the-sheet away from a scene out of one of those trashy novels Samantha used to leave by the toilet. Every stroke of Ethan’s slippery fingers, every pass up her trembling thighs, made her shiver and pulse in places she’d sworn to Jonathan were only his. But the moment Ethan’s thumb circled her clit through the towel, and her whole body seized with the threat of climax, Leah’s conscience detonated. She jolted upright, nearly spilling herself onto the tile, and clutched the sheet to her chest like a drowning woman.

“I—I think I’m good,” Leah blurted, voice high and cracking. “I mean, that was, um, more than enough. Thank you.”

Ethan’s hands hovered mid-air, frozen, and for a split second, she saw a flash of worry in his blue contact-lens eyes. Then he slipped seamlessly back into professional mode, stepping back with hands raised like a man leaving a hostage negotiation. “Of course. I apologize. I was… overzealous. Please forgive me.”

“No, it’s fine. I just, um, have a fiancé. And he’s—well, it’s complicated.” Leah’s cheeks burned so hot she feared they’d steam-clean the headrest.

“Say no more,” Ethan said softly, folding the towel back over her, tucking it with a Platonic tenderness that made her heart hurt.

Ethan proceeded to give Leah an excellent massage in professional silence, his touch both soothing and restrained, as if negotiating a fragile truce.

“This concludes our session. Feel free to use the facilities and return to the lobby whenever you are ready.” He said before he smiled and left the room.

Leah showered and toweled off, surprised at how steady her hands were. Her whole body tingled, a deep, viscous hum running beneath every inch of skin.

“You look like you just had all the evil spirits exorcised out of you. Good session?” Sam looked up, grinned, and arched an eyebrow.

“I think I achieved clinical **** about halfway through. I saw God, and he has really strong hands.” Leah collapsed beside her on the bench.

“You’re glowing, babe. I’m so jealous. My guy was, like, a failed Swedish DJ who just wanted to talk about DMT.” Sam laughed.

“Want to get an early dinner? I don’t think I can feel my legs.” Leah snorted, feeling lighter than she had in months.

"Sounds good to me." Samantha said with a smile.

They ate an early supper at some casual, overpriced place and enjoyed a relaxed meal and more conversations about everything under the sun. After eating out Leah was soon headed back home to Jonathan.