Ellie looks forward to her regular spa visits. Running into that jerk Brandr again? Not so much.
Too pretty for anyone’s good, Brandr arouses lust in everyone he meets—and Ellie hates the way he inspires her body to burn. She knows what she wants out of love, and she’ll do whatever it takes to maintain her control.
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I tilted my head back against the pastel green wall of the day spa, relaxing just enough that I could feel every ache and pain in my body. Man, I was looking forward to this massage.
The door handle on one of the client rooms twisted, and a fraction of a second before the door opened, I stiffened. Heat sang through my body and, furious, I stuffed it away. Not Brandr. For a brief moment I panicked, wondering if Bianca had mixed things up and booked my massage with him again—but I forced myself to breathe and relax, keeping my eyes closed. Bianca ran her day spa with a golden heart and an iron fist; she wouldn’t do that to me.
Still, as Brandr exited the client room and crossed the waiting area, footsteps soft on the rugged floor, I felt more than heard him pause in front of me, every sense in my body standing to rigid attention.
Steady breath in, steady breath out. Steady breath in, steady breath out. I’d managed to successfully ignore him through all of our infrequent encounters since that first massage, and today would be no different.
In front of me, he sniffed. “I clearly need to have a word with Bianca,” he muttered, and I couldn’t tell if he was including me in his audience or not. “That lounge needs replacing, and some things around here are getting downright old and worn.”
I managed to avoid choking on my disbelief until he left the room, though I could still see the back of his head disappearing down the stairs, so doubtless he heard me. Whatever. I didn’t even care. Stupid, arrogant, jerk-faced twat. Just because he was so pretty that girls fell over themselves to be near him. Well, I wasn’t falling for it, even if it had been the best bloody massage of my life. I was not some stupid, vapid piece of arm-candy for him to play with. Urgh.
I slammed my head back against the wall just a little too hard, and winced. Moron. Imbecile! Arrogant peacocky slimeball!
“Ellie?” Bianca’s soothing voice halted my litany and I sighed, forcing away the frustration that encounters with Brandr always left me. “Your turn, honey.”
Damn him. I was going to enjoy my massage. He was not going to ruin this perfect moment of relaxation.
Firmly shoving thoughts of stunningly gorgeous manwhores from mind, I followed Bianca into a treatment room.