Chapter 33

“Oooh, you are very tense. And I know you must be sore after all the work we have done this week.”

How could Cam tell her that the tension came from her touch? That she couldn’t really relax while watching her movements and listening to her seductive innuendoes.

Cam quickly finished the last half-inch of scotch in her water glass.

“Come,” Michael jumped to her feet and held her hand out. “We can go up to your deck where it is less sandy and I will give you a massage. You deserve to be pampered.”

Against her better judgment…or was it the judgment of the scotch?…Cam took Michael’s hand and stood to walk back toward the house.

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Cameron stretched out on the floor of her room, allowing herself to relax into Michael’s massage. She tried very hard not to allow herself to feel any hint of sexuality but Michael’s touch still felt like an electric shock. She tried to concentrate on the sound of the ocean through the open doors.