Fall'n For The New Guy | | Harrison Reid

Chapter 133

Once we got to the spa, it had that whole calming aesthetic. Dim lighting, soft instrumental music playing in the background, the faint scent of lavender in the air. It was the kind of place where people probably left feeling like they were floating.

I was still skeptical, but Tessa had been looking forward to this, and after the hike, I wasn't about to say no to an hour of lying down.

We were led into a private room with two massage tables, and as soon as I saw the bloke assigned to Tessa, I had a bad feeling about this.

He was tall, built like he spent his free time lifting small cars, and had one of those deep, smooth voices. The kind that made women swoon in movies. Meanwhile, my own masseuse was a small woman who, at first glance, didn't seem intimidating—until she got to work.

The moment she pressed into my back, I knew I was in trouble. Her hands were small but lethal, and within seconds, I was gripping the edges of the massage table, trying not to make a sound.

Then I heard his voice.

"Pressure alright, miss?"

I glanced sideways, just in time to see Tessa give him a sleepy, content nod. "Mmm, perfect."

Perfect. Perfect.

I exhaled slowly, willing myself to not be bothered. This was fine. Totally fine.

Then my masseuse found a knot in my shoulder and attacked it like she had a personal vendetta. A barely-contained grunt escaped me, and I heard a snort from the other table.

Tessa snorted.

I turned my head slightly, catching the cheeky smirk she was barely holding back.

"Feeling good, babe?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement.

I forced a relaxed exhale. "Brilliant."

Lies.

Then he had the audacity to murmur, "You've got quite a bit of tension here. Let me work that out for you."

My head snapped up. "Not too much pressure, mate," I blurted out before I could stop myself.

Tessa's laugh bubbled out immediately. She shook her head, biting her lip. "You're being ridiculous, I'm fine."

"Sure," I muttered, just as my masseuse really found a knot and went to war on it.

Meanwhile, my masseuse was getting way too comfortable digging into my back. Every press, every movement felt like a battle against my dignity. The woman had the strength of a linebacker, and I was pretty sure I wasn't going to walk properly for the next week.

"Yeah, mate, I'm fine," I grunted, trying to pretend I wasn't on the verge of crying like a child. "No need to go so deep. I'm not exactly... made of stone here."

The masseuse ignored me, of course. She just kept going like she had no idea I was trying to keep myself from shrieking.

Meanwhile, across the room, Tessa was still lying there, now practically melting under the hands of her own personal Adonis. He had that damn relaxed look on his face, like he could do this all day without breaking a sweat. And then, just as if he hadn't completely captured her attention already, he leaned down and whispered something into her ear.

I could see her blush from here then giggle again.

I didn't want to see that, but I couldn't exactly look away either. It was like I was glued to the train wreck happening in front of me. I could practically feel my blood pressure rise.