Lorenzo's POV
"That feels really good," I admitted with closed eyes, relaxing into Davina's administration as her soft, expert hands massaged my neck and shoulders.
I had called Davina to the mansion because I needed a distraction and a massage after working all day, and she's one hell of a masseuse.
She's almost good at everything she does.
"You do realize that I'm not supposed to be here, right?"
"What are you talking about?" I leaned back, my head on her breasts, letting her magical fingers work their magic.
"You know, the reason I gave you on the phone earlier—that I promised your lovely wife that I wouldn't be seen anywhere around this house again. I had intended to keep my word and stay away until you called me up today," she complained.
"Why's that?" I questioned, my eyes still closed.