JENLISA IMAGINES

Tension Release (Deep Tissue Part 2)(M)

Jennie shuddered as cool air hit her skin, swiping her towel over the droplets dotting her bare legs. Despite the steam swirling around her, she missed the warmth of the shower. In fact, she was going to miss most of the comforts of the Fragrant Thai Spa when she left. Although she didn't go out of her way to pamper herself at home, she had to admit that she appreciated the heated floors, the extra fluffy pillows, and the smell of freshly laundered sheets mixed with the flowers growing outside in the garden.

In fact, there was only one luxury the spa provided that she wouldn't miss when she left.

Lisa.

The peaks of her breasts puckered, but not due to the change in temperature. Although Lisa had expressed hope that they could continue getting to know each other after this dream of a week had ended, part of Jennie still couldn't quite believe her luck. She just wasn't the lucky type when it came to love. At least, she hadn't been until now. . .

She reached out, running her hand over the foggy mirror to clear a circle in the middle. Though it was at face level, she could still see the dusty shadow of a bruise on one side of her throat. Lisa had proven to be an incredibly gentle and thorough lover, but that little bitemark had been an exception—and a promising one.

Smiling to herself, Jennie began toweling off her dripping hair. The sooner it was passably dry, the sooner she could slip back into her bedroom, and the sooner she could see what Lisa was up to. If she listened closely, she could hear the occasional rustle and a few light thuds that could have been moving furniture.

She piled her towel on top of her head and crept closer to the door, hovering with her ear near the crack. She had promised Lisa she wouldn't peek, but she hadn't made any promises about listening and guessing. Lisa hadn't revealed much. The only words she'd used were 'something special', and the only hint she'd given was the eager, uneven grin on her face.

Jennie continued listening for a while, but the shuffling sounds had stopped. Instead, a soothing line of music drifted through the door, its repetitive melody going nowhere in particular. She recognized it from one of the playlists Lisa used in the massage room, and as Jennie inhaled, she caught a whiff of cinnamon over the lingering smells from the shower.

She rolled her shoulders, skin tingling. Whatever Lisa had planned, Jennie hoped it involved a massage. In fact, she wasn't sure she could keep from begging Lisa for more massages even after their arrangement as specialist and client ended. . . assuming their first date in the real world went as well as she hoped. . .

"Lisa?" she called, pressing one hand against the door. "Can I come out now?"

A moment later, Lisa called back from what sounded like the other side of the bedroom. 

"Aren't you already out? I kind of know your secret already."

Jennie rolled her eyes, but her smile didn't fade. "Come on, Lisa. You're killing me here."

"Because of my bad jokes, or because you want to leave the bathroom?"

"Both. Please?" She took on a pleading expression even though she knew that Lisa couldn't see it.