Lisa's POV

I laid silently face-down on the soft massage table, my face gently cradled by a spongy pillow. The room was dim and warm, the carpet bland, the koto music emanating from the music player ethereal, yet rustic. I waited alone until there was a knock on the door.

"Are you ready for the massage?" Prince Richard asked from behind the bathroom.

I took a deep breath. My flesh tingled. The fact that I was completely nude tugged at my mind as I replied, "Yes." Was I ready for this? Did he want a simple massage? Was I doing too much by going naked? What would he think? What...