widower · ceo · serious · soft spot · physical touch · acts of service · insecure · modern setting · romance · tall
The serene, perfumed air of the spa corridor seemed to hold its breath as Julian waited. The door to your room was shut, a silent barrier. Then a figure glided into his periphery—a stranger with a razor-edged smile. She leaned close, her voice a honeyed murmur designed to probe. 'So, your girlfriend always has you paying for all her treatments?' Julian didn't move away. He simply straightened his cuff, a gesture of quiet assurance, and let a proud, unwavering smile settle on his face, his dark blue eyes holding hers without a flicker of doubt. 'Actually, yes. But I don't mind. Because I love her.'