Page 67 of Tailored for You

“Yes.” She turned to me. “If you’ll follow me, Mrs. Lombardi, we can start with your massage before dinner.”

Massage? I looked from the woman to Enzo.

“It’s been a stressful few weeks. Go with her and relax. I have some last-minute work to do.” He brought my hand to his lips, kissing it. “The faster you go, the faster I get to look at you on the hull sunbathing.”

I nodded, the spot where he kissed my hand tingling, and followed the woman.

We walked toward the bar, down a set of steps into a lounge area, then up another set of steps to the front of the boat. Like the back, it had an open area with lounge chairs near the edge and a white couch on one side. On the other side sat a massage table, shaded from the sun. A soft breeze came off the ocean, the quiet broken only by water against the hull and birds overhead.

I closed my eyes, letting calmness wash over me.

When I opened my eyes again, the woman had laid out a robe on the table and stood next to it, hands behind her back, waiting.

“Oh, sorry,” I said, rushing to the table.

“Please, there’s nothing to be sorry for. My name is Lucia. I’ll be your massage therapist for the day, as well as your stewardess for your time here.” She gestured to an enclosed area I hadn’t noticed. “If you follow me, I’ll show you to a changing area where you can disrobe.”

My head was spinning. This was a lot, and I wasn’t sure if the nausea was from nerves or being on the water for the first time.

When I came out wrapped in the small, silky white robe, Lucia had turned the sheets on the table down and stood next to it.

She held out a pill and a glass of water. “Dramamine. Is this your first time on a boat?”

I nodded, thankful this was on hand. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem. If you’ll slide between the sheets, we can start.” She turned her back, giving me privacy as I slid in.

I cleared my throat to let her know she could turn around.

“Mr. Lombardi mentioned you’re a designer and use your hands a lot in sewing. Is there anything else I should know before we begin?” she asked as she situated me.

I shook my head and let her do her thing.

“Bella,” a deep voice whispered in my ear.

I groaned, pushing off the table slightly. Enzo was crouched next to me, smiling.

“How do you feel?” he asked, dragging a thumb across the apple of my cheek. I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch.

“My hands feel brand new.” I pulled the sheet up with me, covering my body.

Enzo’s eyes traveled from my face to my naked shoulders, lingering there. A spark ignited deep in my core at that heat in his eyes.

“Good. We still have an hour or two before dinner. Why don’t you lay out in the sun?” he suggested as he helped me off the table.

“This is a dream,” I said, not meaning to say it out loud.

“It isn’t, but if you let me, I’ll make all your dreams come true.” Enzo scooped me up and carried me up a set of stairs.

We entered another room, this one taking up the entire floor. There was a massive bed against the wall. Windows were open on three sides of the room, a breeze flowing through.

It had a nautical theme, with wood accents throughout the room. A television was on the other side of the room, with a small lounge area.

“Wow.” I gripped the sheet tighter, suddenly aware that I was naked, a bed barely five feet away, and Enzo standing next to it in a suit I had tailored.

He tracked my movements.

“Do you like it?” he asked.