Chapter 3

3.

She bit her lip, her eyes brimming with tears. "Xander… I…"

Seeing her look so pathetic made my heart soften instantly.

"Lana… why are you working here?"

She looked down, her voice trembling. "I… I owe some people money…"

I sighed. This girl was always getting into trouble.

"How much? I'll help you pay it off!"

She looked up, stunned. "Really? You'd do that for me?"

I nodded. "Of course. You're family. I can't just let you do this."

She threw her arms around me. "Thank you, Xander! Thank you so much!"

I patted her back, feeling a bit conflicted.

As we talked, the tension between us started to shift.

Lana was young, but she was incredibly curvy and beautiful.

She was a dance major in college, and I'd heard she was insanely flexible.

The atmosphere in the small room turned heavy and electric.

The sounds from the room next door became clearer, and my breathing hitched.

A wave of heat rushed to my head.

For the first time in a month, I felt a familiar stir deep down. I was standing at attention like a soldier.

I awkwardly shifted my body, trying to hide my sudden reaction.

Lana let out a soft giggle, her eyes glowing with mischief. "Xander… is that for me?"

My face turned bright red. "It's just… it's hot in here."

Lana stepped closer and tilted my chin up with a slender finger.

"Is everything okay with you and my sister? In the bedroom, I mean?"

She hit the nail right on the head. I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

"I… I don't…"

"It's okay, Xander. Don't be shy."

Lana cut me off, her voice teasing.

"I'm actually the best therapist here. Why let a stranger handle you when I can take care of it?"

Her hand slid down my chest, stopping right at my belt buckle.

My heart was pounding against my ribs.

This was my sister-in-law. It was wrong on so many levels.

But the forbidden nature of it made the temptation impossible to resist.

"Don't hesitate, Xander."

As she unbuckled my belt, my last shred of logic collapsed.

I figured no man would pass up a chance like this in a private spa.

Lana's fingers danced across my skin, lighting up every nerve ending.

The scent of her perfume, mixed with the cheap spa incense, was making me lose my mind.

"Easy… wait…" I let out a sharp breath.

It wasn't pain. It was a sensation so intense I couldn't handle it.

"You're so sensitive, Xander."

She started kneading the muscles at the base of my spine.

I glanced back and saw her legs in those black stockings. They were long and flawless.

I could see her toes painted a soft pink through the sheer fabric.

I reached out instinctively, wanting to feel those legs for myself.