Between her father's funeral, stress from work, and her mother's guilt, Lucy White has hit her boiling point. Something's got to give, so she books a room at the exclusive Hotel Indigo spa to let it all go, and leave her worries behind.
Dark and brooding Marco is Indigo's best masseur -- always in demand, always under pressure to "make the ladies feel good." According to the boss, Marco's pay depends on talented hands and loose morals, but lately Marco has had enough. He'll take one last high-paying client, then leave his tired past behind.
But paradise has other plans for both of them.
Once Lucy checks in and falls under Marco's strong touch, she just may never check out.
- Original Title:Hotel Indigo
- Author:Aubrey Parker
- Rating:8.1 / 10
FUCK THESE WOMEN.
I’M THINKING this as I paw at Colleen’s tits, rubbing them with a thicker-than-strictly-necessary layer of massage oil. Colleen has great tits. She should, considering how much she must have paid for them. But no matter how great the tits, they don’t need massaging. Tits are blobs of fat that we’ve somehow attached sexual feelings to, for reasons I don’t even want to consider.
I could apply more pressure and get the pectoral muscles beneath, the way I was taught while doing physiotherapy. But that’s not the point. Deep tissue massages aren’t hot, whereas light, skimming sorts of massages are.
So I pretend not to notice how hard Colleen’s nipples are. I pretend I’m being a professional, and that it’s completely normal for a pro masseur to touch a female client’s chest area ...