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softest of warm tropic breezes skimmed the surface of my cheek. All at the same time.
    "A small sample of what you'll be giving up. I can leave, and you can spend the rest of your life sexually unfulfilled or…"
    The tickle, fireworks and breeze all happened again. I, involuntarily, shuddered. "You may not want to." He breathed his words into my ear. "But your body does."
    Fingers rippled across my erect nipples. "Now, enjoy your quiet morning."
     
    I w as in the middle of the Sudoku when the answers appeared in the spaces and the pencil floated out of my hand. "Hey! I was working on that." Oh, I see what I did wrong, the six should've gone—
    "Roll onto your stomach."
    "Don't boss me around. I'm the Vice President of a global…ooh!"
    Tiny explosions popped behind my navel.
    "Roll onto your stomach."
    I tossed the newspaper onto the floor and looked around the room. "You know, this is just ridiculous."
    "What is?"
    "I'm talking to the air and it's responding. I can't see you or touch you. And yet you've suddenly decided you're in control of my sex life." I crossed my ankles and arms. "I'll have you know, I have a perfectly satisfying sex life."
    The newspaper flew into the air. The curtains billowed out and fluttered like a hurricane blew through. The closet doors opened and shut. Either my Fate was angry or laughing his ass off. I suspect the latter.
    It had been a good six months since I last had sex. Guess good wasn't the correct adjective there, now was it?
    "Work with me. Close your eyes and try to shut your mind off."
    I chewed on my lip. So, you give up a day's work. You can pull overtime on the weekend. Get caught up. You do deserve a break.
    The scent of sandalwood and jasmine mixed together drifted past my nose. My senses swam in the aroma. It took me to warm South Pacific beaches, saturated in sunshine and fragranced with fresh ocean breezes.
    "Don't think. Experience."
    I settled onto the bed and closed my eyes. As I did, I heard the whoosh of ocean waves and felt the heat of the sun on my skin. I picked my head up, opened my eyes and looked around.
    Toto, I'm so not in Kansas anymore. What the hell happened to my bedroom?

 
     
    C hapter Three
    I was lying on a padded massage table in one of those tiny open-air huts, with only a little towel covering my behind. Okay—it was a bit bigger than a little towel covering my behind.
    A breeze rustled the palm fronds on the roof and made the coconut chimes click a soothing sound. The café-au-lait shaded sand glowed in the sunshine before it slipped into the surf.
    Nestling my face on the headrest, I shuddered as four pairs of hands massaged my arms and legs. The strong fingers dug into my flesh ridding all the tension out of my limbs. Another set of hands worked my shoulders and upper back, which relaxed muscles that haven't felt like that in a decade. I was liquid.
    I heard the soft request to roll over three times, but my muscles had gone on strike. With much exertion, I turned onto my back. The fragrance of the massage oils, earthy, yet flowery, delighted my nostrils. A sixth pair of hands rubbed my temples and worked down to my chest. The sounds of the waves hypnotized me. My breathing matched the rise and ebb of each wave.
    With one final , long, fingertip stroke, the sensation of hands on my flesh ended. I rested for a few moments, reveling in the peace, which enveloped my body. Skipping a day's work might not be so bad after all.
    The warmth of the massage table changed to cool silk. I opened my eyes and looked around. The table and hut had disappeared and I was now on the end of a long dock surrounded by colorful pillows. Some of which , were positioned under me. A surge of light shimmered over my body.
    My bustier had wrapped itself around me, forcing my nipples to burst from the peek-a-boo holes. The bottle of warming lubricant landed beside me, top popped off. And amazed that I wasn't the least bit shocked, alarmed or confused , I watched as my glass