The scent of jasmine and warm oil hung in the air, the dim glow of candlelight flickering over the sleek black marble of the private spa. Caspian adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, rolling them up with deliberate precision, watching as Felicia moved toward him.
She was different tonight. Not in appearance—she was always stunning, draped in a sheer robe that did nothing to hide the curves beneath. But her energy had shifted. It wasn’t just playful. It was focused. Intentional.
She perched herself at the edge of the massage table, tilting her head as she studied him. “You’re always so serious, Caspian,” she mused, letting the robe slide off one shoulder. “Don’t you ever just… let go?”
Caspian smirked, stepping forward. “You like that I don’t.”
Felicia’s lips curled. “Mmm. I like a challeng
