"So, how should we start this?" Cassian asked, his voice low and calm as he continued massaging Cassandra's back. She leaned forward, resting her head on the table with a blissful expression, still seated in the chair.
Cassian's eyes drifted down, unable to resist admiring the curve of her back in that tight-fitting shirt. Her slim waist contrasted beautifully with her broader, toned back, giving her a muscular yet undeniably alluring look. It didn't help that he'd seen that same back without clothes so many times before. The image popped into his mind uninvited, making it harder for him to control the growing urge to let this "relaxing" massage turn into something far more intimate.
But Cassandra, blissfully unaware of his thoughts, misunderstood his question. With a relaxed, almost drowsy voice, she murmured, "You could work on my legs a bit. For some reason, even just sitting down is making them feel stiff..."
