In Need Of Stress Relief

Kenzie Taylor beams at the door like she just won the lottery when Isiah Maxwell walks in. Guy looks two seconds from melting into the floor. 'I could really use some stress relief,' he admits. Turns out he’s an air traffic controller. No big deal, just keeping metal birds from playing bumper cars at thirty thousand feet. Today he watched two planes almost swap paint jobs, screamed into the mic like a hawk, and saved everyone’s afternoon plans along with their actual lives. His hands were still shaking when he filed the report—no coffee break, no high-five. That’s the moment he decided enough was enough; he needed some serious downtime before his next shift. Kenzie perks up. She offers the spa’s specialty: a Nuru massage. 'Full-body slip and slide, guaranteed to turn your nerves into spaghetti,' she promises. Once inside the private room, Isiah peels off his clothes and feels a little less tense already—until Kenzie drops her robe too. Skin on skin is part of the recipe, she explains with a cheeky shrug. She slicks them both in warm gel and gets to work, gliding over him slow and steady until the stress finally takes a hike. Midway through, she pauses and gives him a knowing grin. 'You earned a bonus.' And with that same no-nonsense attitude, she climbs aboard, treating him to the sort of hands-on thank-you that only a day-saving air traffic controller deserves.