YVONNE’S P O V
“A healing spa?” I asked, cautiously.
Mr Voss undid his seatbelt as the driver parked in front of the spa. I undid mine as well, not quite believing this was where he meant us to be
We both stepped out of the car
My brow pinched, the late morning sun warm on my skin. ”Is this where we're meant to be, sir?”
My eyes darted to the wooden sign that read the place's name. Terme d’Argento – Home of Exclusive Holistic Retreat.
Mr Voss came over to my side, I could feel his eyes on me, looking at me the same way he was doing at the gazebo.
My throat dried up. The way he looked at me sometimes...I know I shouldn't feel this way; he probably doesn't even see me past a timid employee, but still, I couldn't help the way my toes curled or the way my breathing stalled whenever he g
