One Night in the Spa
Kathy Lyons
Publisher: Entangled: Ever After
August 26, 2013
Print Length: 74 pages
ASIN: B00EGJE2WS
What starts out as a simple massage treatment for spa manager David’s best friend Kim, turns into a night of seduction and sexual discovery.
Always relegated to the friend zone, David is determined to show Kim what she’s been missing…one erogenous zone at a time. Sure, their friendship is on the line. And sure, David’s hiding a motive larger than either him or Kim. But the second his hands touch her smooth skin, he just doesn’t care anymore.
Kim’s been so focused on the loss of her sports career that she’s had no time for romance or sex. But her response to David can’t be denied. Is it just that her body’s been missing out, or could her heart be involved too?
Excerpt:
“So I’m trying to bulk up, but without…”
Kim Castillo tried not to strangle her client. He was
a middle-aged bodybuilder, a man who’d spent thousands on personal training,
and who was currently doing nothing more than asking her advice. It wasn’t his
fault that she felt as though she was about to crawl out of her own skin. He
was droning on about different supplements, shifting into poses to show off his
progress.
Can you say
midlife crisis? He was a jerk, but he paid well, and damn it, she couldn’t stop
looking. Not just at his impressive pectorals, but at the guy doing squats a
few feet away. There was an adolescent in the corner who had really nice calf
muscles, and even the old guy near the cardio machines had broad shoulders.
Old, young, athlete, or not—if the body was male, she was looking. And that
made her absolutely insane.
That was her. Miss Ogle-the-Weight-Lifters.
It’s a
medical condition, she reminded herself. There were fancy words for it, even a chart with
hormone levels and the like, but it all boiled down to two words: super horny.
Yup. That was her: twenty-four years old and suddenly a female horndog.
She ground her back teeth, trying to force herself to
focus on her client. Besides, there was nothing new out there for her to see.
She was no stranger to the male form. She’d practically grown up in various
gyms around Chicagoland, she’d aced all her anatomy classes, and then she’d
become a personal trainer while building a pro racquetball career. She knew
bodies—male and female. And yet for some reason, completely out of the blue,
she abruptly couldn’t stop staring at them.
“Kim? Kim, what do you think? Can you see a
difference?” Frank Johnson struck another bodybuilder pose, flexing his pecs
and bunching his abs. At some point, he’d pulled off his shirt just so he could
show off for her. And damn it, he was impressive for a middle-aged guy with a
wife, a mortgage, and three kids.
“Very nice,” she said, unable to keep the throaty
purr from her voice. Where the hell had that come from? “But you need to put on
your shirt. We’ve got a policy on that, and I am the manager here.”
“Oh. Right,” he said as he took his time getting
dressed again. “Um, hey, I know you have brochures and stuff on the supplements
the club recommends. Do you mind if we go grab a few?”
She blinked. “No problem. I’m sure Danni can—”
“But I want to go over them with you.” He flashed her
a charming smile. “Do you mind? I’d really appreciate it.”
She blinked. It was against the rules to take a
member upstairs to the office suite. The club was open until eleven, but the
office suite closed at seven and it was now after nine. As manager here, she
had to stick to the rules. “Tell you what, I’ll grab what we have and bring
them down while you shower.”
He rubbed a hand over his head and looked rather
charming, with the way his pecs bunched as he did it. “Come on, Kim. You’ve
known me for years. I just want to talk to you about them.”
She looked at Frank, feeling jittery and lustful all
at once. God, she was sick. She just wanted to get home so she could climb the
walls there. But then her business mind kicked in. Yes, Frank was a jerk, but
one who paid very well. And—bonus—if she made nice with him now, she could
probably get him to sign up for the elite training and sports massage package.
Sales were sluggish; her job here at John’s Fitness depended on that promotion
going well. And all of that—the forms and the brochures—were upstairs.
“We just have to make it quick,” she said with a
smile. “Follow me.” She breathed a sigh of relief as they left the main weight
room. Her eyes had been roving so much, she’d given herself a headache.
Frank kept talking as she led him up the stairs. Kim
tuned him out, her mind already churning over ways to blow off steam. Maybe a
sauna. Her knee injury meant she couldn’t exercise except for yoga, and
frankly, turning herself into a pretzel hadn’t worked for her.
She unlocked the door to the office suite, flipping
on the light as she went to the bank of filing cabinets. Beyond her were the
offices—hers included—completely dark at this late hour. Frank was following a
step behind her, gabbing all the way. But at his first pause for breath, she
went into her sales pitch.
“You know about the spa attached to the club, right?
Pamper Me Spa. Have you thought about our new fitness massage package? It’s
perfect for elite athletes like— Ump!”
Suddenly, Frank had shoved her up against the filing
cabinet so hard the breath was knocked from her lungs. Then before she could do
more than gasp, he had flattened himself along her back. His hands turned into
tentacles, groping her everywhere while his erection started shoving
rhythmically against her butt.
She couldn’t believe how fast it happened. One
second, elite athletics, the next—pinned.
“Frank! Stop!”
“Yeah, baby, show me how you like it,” he groaned in
her ear.
WTF? Fury pounded in her ears, and she started to
move on reflex. She slammed backward with her elbow and stomped hard with one
foot. But she was flattened, and worse, he had about a hundred pounds on her.
She had little leverage and he was just too damned big.
She was just gathering breath for a really good
scream when suddenly, the bastard was off her. She barely registered an umph of sound before she was staggering
backward, abruptly free of the asshole.
She stumbled then caught herself, her knee suddenly
blossoming in pain. She ignored it. Spinning around, she watched in stunned
surprise as…
My Review:
Facial, Foreplay, and some Funny Business After Hours
I thought this was a really fun, steamy read. Kim is a tough cookie and David is the hottest spa manager I've even seen. The interactions between the two are light and humorous. It's the classic best friends but we really want more relationship. And thanks to Kim giving up her wild work-out schedule due to an injury, she's finally hit puberty (yes, you heard that right) and her hormones are raging.
I couldn't stop laughing at the puberty conversation between Kim and David. It was awkward, humiliating, and hysterical. And the fact that Kim suddenly wants to jump ANY man's bones (size, shape, age, personality, be darned!) is just BAWHAWHAHAHA. At least she recognizes the problem. Admitting her weakness is the first step.
So how do you handle such wild hormones? You "de-stress" at the spa. Only David has other plans for Kim's special visit. Let's just say he offers her the "Friday Night Full Service Special" wink-wink. And Kim is all in. Like.....really all in. I will never look at a spa the same way again.
Too bad Kim's high is short-lived since David has been planning to steal her business out from under her. What? Was it all a part of the plan? Did David seduce Kim just to get her guard down so he can swoop in and leave her unemployed? You'll have to read to find that out.
This is a cute and sexy read. Kim and David are fun characters to watch. There's a little bit of romance, a lot of smexy, and a subtle mystery involving some corporate espionage. What more can you ask for?
About the Author:
Kathy Lyons writes light, funny, sexy stories for Harlequin Blaze. She loves the faster pace of category books and that her humor can shine through.
She leaves the dark, tortured love stories to her alter ego, Jade Lee.
Visit them both on the web at www.kathylyons.com or www.jadeleeauthor.com
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