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aroma of jasmine in the air
invigorated the senses. Their Christmas décor consisted of a few decorated white Jesse trees in
various corners of the spa.
“So, what’s the deal with you two?” Nathan asked when they were alone in the waiting area.
Madison had yet to emerge from the women’s changing room.
“Who?” Cole avoided Nathan’s eyes. Was his interest in Madison that transparent?
“You and our beautiful little journalist.” Nathan leaned back against the plush cushions of
the velvet armchair.
“Nothing.” Cole shrugged. It was true. So far, she’d fought off his advances. Her guard
didn’t seem to be coming down as quick as he’d assumed or hoped it might. Working for a
woman’s affection was foreign to him, but he suspected she was worth the effort.
“Whatever, man. There is so much sexual tension between the two of you, it makes Becca
and I look like an old married couple already.” Nathan took a sip of his lemon water. He
grimaced and looked at the glass. “Could use a shot of vodka.” He laughed and set the glass
aside.
Other people could sense the tension between them? “As you said, she’s beautiful, who
wouldn’t be attracted to her, but we’re just co-workers.” For now .
Madison emerged from the changing room and laughed as she joined them.
“What’s so funny?” Cole’s eyes rested a little too long on her bare legs. Man, they were
sexy . How would they feel wrapped around him? God, he hoped their working relationship
changed soon. He didn’t know how much longer he’d be successful in keeping his hands to
himself.
“You two.” Madison took a seat next to Cole on the couch. “If only the sales clerk at
Tiffany’s could see you two lovebirds now.” She reached for a grape.
The men laughed at the memory of the clerk and Cole shuddered.
“Cole?” A massage therapist appeared and glanced between the two men.
Nathan pointed to Cole. “You’re up buddy. Enjoy.”
Cole stood and followed the petite woman into the therapy room.
“I’ll let you disrobe and climb under this top sheet. I’ll knock before entering.” She turned
on a soothing sounds CD and dimmed the lighting in the room before exiting.
Cole nodded.
The woman closed the door behind her.
Cole disrobed and climbed onto the soft, padded massage table. He rested his face in the
headrest and wiggled his hips on the table into a comfortable position. Thank you Women’s
World Quarterly . So far this assignment felt nothing like work. He relaxed his shoulders and let
his arms rest at his sides. His legs and feet sank into the table.
Madison’s voice in the room next to his came through the thin wall.
He stiffened. How the hell was he supposed to relax knowing she was disrobing in the next
room ? Images of his sexy travel companion lying naked on the massage table clouded his head. Damn, what a lucky massage therapist .
* * * *
“Should I get down on one knee in the restaurant or slide it across the table?” Nathan
stopped pacing his living room and turned to Madison and Cole. That evening, he’d made
reservations to take Becca to dinner at her favorite Mexican restaurant in Manhattan, though it
was still up for debate, whether or not she did in fact eat.
Madison and Cole sat on his couch and watched him go back and forth.
“I think he’s asking you.” Madison poked Cole in the shoulder. She’d been discounted as a
valued authority on the subject after she’d suggested a blue tie, instead of a red one and had been
outvoted by the two men. The whole situation was hilarious. So far, he’d tried several proposal
attempts , which Cole continued to refuse.
“I’m not sure.” Cole paused. “I’m just not feeling it. Maybe try the knee again.” Cole sat
ready, his head high, shoulders back in his best impression of Becca.
Madison watched the two with amusement.
“Oh forget it. It’s getting late.” Nathan picked up his watch from the counter and snapped it
in place. He grabbed his
invigorated the senses. Their Christmas décor consisted of a few decorated white Jesse trees in
various corners of the spa.
“So, what’s the deal with you two?” Nathan asked when they were alone in the waiting area.
Madison had yet to emerge from the women’s changing room.
“Who?” Cole avoided Nathan’s eyes. Was his interest in Madison that transparent?
“You and our beautiful little journalist.” Nathan leaned back against the plush cushions of
the velvet armchair.
“Nothing.” Cole shrugged. It was true. So far, she’d fought off his advances. Her guard
didn’t seem to be coming down as quick as he’d assumed or hoped it might. Working for a
woman’s affection was foreign to him, but he suspected she was worth the effort.
“Whatever, man. There is so much sexual tension between the two of you, it makes Becca
and I look like an old married couple already.” Nathan took a sip of his lemon water. He
grimaced and looked at the glass. “Could use a shot of vodka.” He laughed and set the glass
aside.
Other people could sense the tension between them? “As you said, she’s beautiful, who
wouldn’t be attracted to her, but we’re just co-workers.” For now .
Madison emerged from the changing room and laughed as she joined them.
“What’s so funny?” Cole’s eyes rested a little too long on her bare legs. Man, they were
sexy . How would they feel wrapped around him? God, he hoped their working relationship
changed soon. He didn’t know how much longer he’d be successful in keeping his hands to
himself.
“You two.” Madison took a seat next to Cole on the couch. “If only the sales clerk at
Tiffany’s could see you two lovebirds now.” She reached for a grape.
The men laughed at the memory of the clerk and Cole shuddered.
“Cole?” A massage therapist appeared and glanced between the two men.
Nathan pointed to Cole. “You’re up buddy. Enjoy.”
Cole stood and followed the petite woman into the therapy room.
“I’ll let you disrobe and climb under this top sheet. I’ll knock before entering.” She turned
on a soothing sounds CD and dimmed the lighting in the room before exiting.
Cole nodded.
The woman closed the door behind her.
Cole disrobed and climbed onto the soft, padded massage table. He rested his face in the
headrest and wiggled his hips on the table into a comfortable position. Thank you Women’s
World Quarterly . So far this assignment felt nothing like work. He relaxed his shoulders and let
his arms rest at his sides. His legs and feet sank into the table.
Madison’s voice in the room next to his came through the thin wall.
He stiffened. How the hell was he supposed to relax knowing she was disrobing in the next
room ? Images of his sexy travel companion lying naked on the massage table clouded his head. Damn, what a lucky massage therapist .
* * * *
“Should I get down on one knee in the restaurant or slide it across the table?” Nathan
stopped pacing his living room and turned to Madison and Cole. That evening, he’d made
reservations to take Becca to dinner at her favorite Mexican restaurant in Manhattan, though it
was still up for debate, whether or not she did in fact eat.
Madison and Cole sat on his couch and watched him go back and forth.
“I think he’s asking you.” Madison poked Cole in the shoulder. She’d been discounted as a
valued authority on the subject after she’d suggested a blue tie, instead of a red one and had been
outvoted by the two men. The whole situation was hilarious. So far, he’d tried several proposal
attempts , which Cole continued to refuse.
“I’m not sure.” Cole paused. “I’m just not feeling it. Maybe try the knee again.” Cole sat
ready, his head high, shoulders back in his best impression of Becca.
Madison watched the two with amusement.
“Oh forget it. It’s getting late.” Nathan picked up his watch from the counter and snapped it
in place. He grabbed his
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