Chapter 1: Introduction
Fan slid her hand over the glass of the front door of her massage parlor, admiring her reflection. She'd taken great care in applying her makeup this morning - the least she could do, seeing as tonight was bound to be busy. She could always guarantee a full house whenever the full moon decided to show her face, as people desperately tried to offset the effects of restlessness and turbulent emotions.
The fact that Fan's massages were known throughout Bangkok as the best in the business didn't hurt either, of course.
The day wore on and the sun sank lower in the sky, casting the bustling city streets in that golden hue that made everything look alluring and just a little bit mysterious. Fan's thoughts began to drift, and she wondered what the night would hold.
By the time she locked the door to the massage parlor, her thoughts had turned carnal.
There was a client coming later tonight - an American man, Bren - who had specifically requested her. Those with a keen intuition could always sense the ones who had that spark of restlessness within them, and she felt it emanating from him even through the phone line.
Fan opened the door to her luxurious suite, feeling a thrill as she took in the opulence of the room.
The gleaming mahogany floors, the plush couches, and that soft golden light - it was as if she'd stepped into a dream. She couldn't help but wonder what Bren would think when he saw it.
She crossed the room, her heels clicking softly against the wood, and then sank onto one of the couches with a sigh of contentment. It wasn't long before she heard a knock at the door, and her pulse quickened as she rose to answer it.
Bren stood in the doorway, taking in the room with obvious appreciation.
He was even more handsome in person than Fan had imagined, with short brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard, his brown eyes reflecting curiosity as they scanned the room. Fan couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest as she took in his muscular build, the confidence radiating from him, and that assertive air she'd glimpsed on the phone.
"Right on time," she greeted him, her voice a little huskier than usual.
Bren's eyes met hers, and a slow smile spread across his face.
"I aim to please," he replied, his voice low and smooth.
Fan couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement. There was something about this man that she couldn't quite put her finger on - an air of mystery that made her want to uncover all of his secrets.
She led him over to the small table beside the king-sized bed, gesturing for him to take a seat. "Make yourself comfortable," she murmured, before pouring them both a glass of the finest champagne she had on hand.
Bren took a sip, his eyes never leaving hers. Fan could feel herself growing more and more entranced by the second, and she was glad that she'd decided to be the one to take him on tonight.
She studied him as he drank, taking in the confident curve of his lips and the way his muscles flexed under his shirt. She couldn't wait to find out what the rest of him looked like - and felt like - beneath the surface.
Fan took a deep breath, pushing her thoughts aside as she set her own champagne glass down on the table. It was time to get to work.
She stood in front of Bren, her eyes locked on his as she began to knead the muscles in his shoulders. She could feel the tension easing with each press of her fingers, and she took her time, lingering on his muscles in a way that was sure to have him writhing in pleasure.
Bren let out a low groan, his eyes fluttering closed as he relaxed under her touch.