Husband Away, Father-in-Law Stays - Chapter 23: Chapter 23

I'd never stepped foot in a spa since joining the company. I wanted to say no, but Isabella had me cornered—she knew my secret. To keep her quiet, I had no choice but to go along with it.
The boss left me alone during the day, so I focused on cleaning up Daniel's mess. When an important client showed up after hours, he was too distracted to bother me.
Isabella looked stunning—no surprise she was the company's secretary. We walked out in silence until I finally broke it. "Why didn't you give in to the boss back then?"
She smirked. "Why should I?"
"You're young, gorgeous. If you had, you'd be sitting in the manager's office by now."
"Manager?" She scoffed. "Please. If I wanted, I could own this whole company."
The way she said it made me wonder if she came from money, but she didn't elaborate. I didn't push.
The spa was high-end, and Isabella clearly knew her way around. Meanwhile, I was stiff as a board, completely out of my element.
The receptionist chatted with Isabella like they were old friends while I perched awkwardly on the couch. After what felt like forever, a good-looking guy stepped out of one of the rooms.
"Bella!" he greeted her warmly.
She barely glanced at him, just jerked her chin toward me. "This is my friend. You're taking care of her today. Do it right, or no tip."
He nodded, then turned to me with a polite smile. "Miss, shall we head to the room?"
I hesitated, leaning toward Isabella. "Wait… he's the one doing the massage?"
She burst out laughing. "That's kind of the point, Victoria."
My stomach twisted. I was ready to bolt.
Isabella covered her mouth, eyes crinkling with amusement. "Relax. Once you get into it, you'll love it."
Swallowing my nerves, I followed the masseur inside.
The second the door clicked shut, embarrassment hit me like a wave.
Alone with a stranger, my brain conjured every worst-case scenario.
I lay stiffly on the table while he prepped behind me, making small talk—asking about my name, my job.
I answered on autopilot. From the way he spoke, it was clear Isabella was a regular… and not just for massages.
He didn't spell it out, but my face burned anyway.
Turning to me, he smiled. "Miss Evans, would you like help undressing?"
I shook my head fast. "No, thanks."
He chuckled. "Can't exactly massage you through your clothes."
"Then… I'll do it myself."
His voice softened. "Miss, you're here to relax. If Bella finds out I let you undress alone, she'll say I gave bad service."
Not wanting to make things awkward, I sat up with a sigh.