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worked as background music in places like this. Tori smiled wryly as she recalled the CD Terrance had given her as a gift after a trip years ago—he had spontaneously purchased the music from a similar spa. She had no idea where the thing even was anymore—she’d played it once in naïve hopes of recreating the spa atmosphere he’d described at home. Out of context, it had bugged the hell out of her after only a track or two.
    The door opened and closed and she could sense a presence approaching the table. A deep, resonant voice quietly broke the stillness.
    “Hi. Tori?” There was a pause, and just before she spoke up to confirm, he continued, “I’m Steve, and I’ll be taking care of you this evening.” A bit of movement and she grinned down at the floor as she felt Steve, as she’d predicted, wasting no time in adjusting the sheet. It billowed slightly then settled so it covered her whole body from neck to foot. A couple of quiet sounds from the counter area were followed by his settling a very warm towel over the sheet, reaching from her nape to the small of her back.
    “We’ll begin with some aromatherapy. I’ll be holding three different scents for you to sample. Just let me know if you prefer the first, second or third. Make sure to take deep, cleansing breaths between each choice.”
    Number two something-or-other was Tori’s undisputed choice, not that she would remember the name later on, so she just tuned out the descriptions and told him her preference when he asked. The sudden, strong scent enveloped her, slamming her into an expectant headspace and she could feel the last remnants of the real world slip away.
    Minutes ticked by without anything happening, and Tori slowly began to come back out of her inwardly focused state to wonder what Steve was doing.
    Just as she was about to lift her head to look around, a slight movement off to her left settled her nerves. Now that she knew where he was, she relaxed and waited for whatever would happen next.
    Another hot towel, warm almost to the point of discomfort, was placed on the back of her neck. She shifted a bit.
    “Too warm?” he asked.
    “Almost, but it’s fine,” she answered. Still, he lifted the towel away and did something swishy-sounding to her right. It was replaced and to her relief felt much less warm.
    “Better?”
    “Definitely, thank you.” She opened her eyes but couldn’t see anything more interesting than the floor, so she closed them again.
    A hand touched her back with light pressure that gradually increased, then the other was added. They just rested there, giving her a chance to get used to the feel. Steve began to rub her back in long strokes through the covering for a few minutes, then pulled the sheet down and folded it at the base of her spine, leaving her legs covered.
    As he added a warmed oil to her skin and used it to smooth, rub and knead, she gave herself over to the wonderfully relaxing sensation. She lay there for an unknown amount of time, and he would periodically bare a section of her body after covering what he’d previously been working on, until she had been massaged all over and was melting into the table.
    She realised that she was inexplicably becoming aroused. It was a slow burn, nothing like what she felt with Adam, of course, but there nonetheless. It was a bit of an eye-opener to have a physical response to someone else, and she wasn’t exactly sure how to mentally process that.
    “Okay, I’m going to hold the sheet up and I want you to turn away from me so that you’re lying on your back. Go ahead and turn when you’re ready.”
    Tori did as she had been instructed, opening her eyes and blinking even in the soft light. She noted that Steve was, as he’d said, holding the sheet up so she had privacy, even though she found to her surprise she wouldn’t have been too terribly upset for him to have seen her. After all, he did this for a living and she wasn’t in terrible shape thanks to