Her heels clicked softly against the marble floor as she followed the receptionist down a dim hallway, the scent of eucalyptus and sandalwood thick in the air. The spa was quiet—almost too quiet. It was luxurious, private and secretive.

“You requested our premium relaxation package,” the woman said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Room 7. He’s already waiting.”

He?

Amara’s throat tightened, but she nodded. This was supposed to be just once. One hour. One indulgence. Something to shake the stress from her body—and maybe, if the rumors were true, more than that.

She stepped into the room and froze.

He stood at the far end,...