The Sauna Master
The swaying of his hips mesmerized me in the heat of the cabin
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Oh god, the moment he twisted his hips, I moaned.
I didn’t want to be here.
No, that wasn’t entirely true.
It was just that a hot sauna wasn’t a place I normally frequented on our spa days. I preferred the swimming pool and the sunbeds and the bubble baths, as well as the occasional massage.
However, when my friend suggested trying a sauna infusion for the first time, I indulged her.
I didn’t see the sauna master until we had already found a spot on the wooden benches.
Did they select them on looks?
The man was gorgeous, with his dark hair and equally dark, brooding eyes. The strong lines of his jaw enhanced the fact he was called a master.
Something stirred inside of me, especially when his eyes seemed to rest on me longer than on anyone else. I was sure this was only my imagination, but this knowledge couldn’t convince the butterflies in my tummy. At that moment, I was overly aware of my nakedness, despite everyone else being naked too.
Except for him.
He was only half-naked.
A red and white checkered sauna cloth covered his loins.
Was he naked under there?
I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts, then looked down at the wooden floor between my feet and concentrated on his words. The first aroma would be oranges, then sandalwood and mint at the end. He explained we could leave the sauna cabin at any moment if the heat got the better of us.
