Reyona disconnected the conference call with her Sydney team and swivelled her chair around to face the window.

She reached for the neck massager that Maxwell had gotten for her with one hand.

She fixed the device on her neck and switched it on.

Reyona sighed as the pouch-like device vibrated against her neck.

It was truly soothing, but it had nothing on Maxwell’s soothing warm fingers.

Boy was he skilled.

And to think he had only learned how to give a good massage recently.

“I never had a need to worry about it before,” he had said. “Now, there is every reason.”

He had hired a professional massage therapist...