"For me?Why?"
My heart leaps as he cups my face in his warm palms, thumbs brushing over my cheeks."Because you deserve it."
I claw my fingers into his dress shirt as he traces a feathery path over my skin to my ear."Do you trust me?"The low rumble of his voice makes my knees weak.
"Mm-hmmm."Electricity shoots through me when his tongue touches my earlobe.
"Use words, Alex."
"Yes," I whisper, breathless."I trust you."
"Good.Turn."
I watch him step back, my pulse racing as he pulls a long, black silk tie from his jacket pocket, that panty-dropping smile lighting his face.
"I said turn, Alex."
Heat pools low in my belly as I obey.The silk slides over my eyes, his fingers brushing my skin as he secures it with a firm knot.His touch trails down my shoulders, raising goosebumps.
"If you only knew what I want to do to you."
"Why don't you show me?"
His low chuckle makes desire curl through me as he guides me into the elevator.The doors close with a soft whoosh, and the silence makes me restless."You haven't shown or told me anything yet, Walker."
A strong arm wraps around me, his hand fisting in my hair to tip my head back, firm but gentle.His hot breath trails along my neck, and I shiver as he cups my ass."Patience..."His warmth leaves my neck."I'm the one in control," he murmurs, thumb tracing my bottom lip.
I try to capture it with my mouth, but he pulls away, leaving me groaning in frustration.When we exit the elevator, voices surround us, making me slow down, anxiety creeping in.
"W-where are we going?"
"Trust me."
A feminine voice cuts through my uncertainty."Miss McQueen?"
My grip on Cole's hands tightens."Yes?"
"We're expecting you.You can come with me."
"She'll be there in a minute," Cole states, authority ringing in his voice.
"Of course, sir."
Heels click away, followed by a door opening and closing.When Cole removes the blindfold, I blink against the light.We're standing before a white desk with an elegant 'Spa' sign - the luxury wellness center in our building's lobby.I've been dying to visit, but work always got in the way.
"You're getting the full treatment - facial, massage, everything.I'll pick you up after."
"You're not coming?"I can't hide my disappointment.
His fingers graze my cheek, stoking the fire already burning inside me."We'll have plenty of time later.First, you deserve to relax."
Rising on tiptoes, I press a kiss to his jaw, letting my nails dig into his chest."Thank you."
"See you later, beautiful."
Two and a half hours later, I emerge from the spa feeling like I'm floating on air, every muscle relaxed and tension-free.
My fingers trail over my new outfit - a leather skirt that hits above the knee and a lace button-up shirt with a teasing glimpse of cleavage.When I'd walked in for my appointment, I'd called Amanda, explaining what I wanted.She'd laughed and promised to send something over ASAP.
