Liberation by Shayne McClendon Read Free Book Online

her a fine silk robe. 
    “Take your time.  This is about your comfort and wellness.”
    Stepping out of her shoes, she undressed and slipped on the robe.  Raking her fingers through her hair, Marci returned to her office.  Sally smiled and gestured her closer. 
    The cousins stood and Nuri lifted her chin with the side of his finger.  “Allow her to work the knots from your body and sleep if you are able.” 
    “It’s the middle of the day…”
    “There is nothing so urgent that your health should suffer, Marci,” Fahad said gently.  “Take an hour or two to rest and recuperate so you can keep going.” 
    In her bare feet, she was shorter by a few inches and they bent in sync to press their lips to the corners of her mouth.  A second was delivered to her jaw and a third to the skin just beneath her ear.  Hands that were warm through the thin silk stroked from her shoulder to her low back.
    The simple touches caused a full body shiver.  Straightening, their expressions were heated but it was the kindness, the gentleness in their eyes that caused her heart to reach for them. 
    “Until later, Marci.” 
    With a final stroke over her hair, they left.  She stared after them until the door of her office clicked into place.  Exhaling slowly, she turned to Sally with a half-smile.
    “Let’s give you a fresh start, Miss Canfield.  You’ll feel like a brand new woman when I’m done.”  She patted the top of the table.  “I promise.”
    A deep tissue massage and an unexpected nap did exactly as promised.  When she was dressed again, she tried to give the massage therapist back the robe. 
    “No, ma’am.  It was given to me downstairs by one of their security staff.  It’s a gift for you.”  She packed up her table and supplies and refused a tip.  “I’ve been well compensated and will see you in two days.”  At the look of surprise on her face, the young woman grinned.  “The Ghonims scheduled you for an hour and a half three days a week.  I’m to coordinate the times with your assistant.”
    “That’s a lot, isn’t it?”
    “Considering the tension you were carrying in the muscles of your neck and shoulders, I say let them pamper you and you’ll have more energy than you ever dreamed.”  Pulling the thick straps over her shoulder, she added, “Have a beautiful rest of your day, Miss Canfield.” 
    “Thank you,” she managed to answer. 
    Danielle appeared at the door to her office.  “I suggest we knock down the wall between your office and the empty one next door.  It can be a permanent spa space for you.”
    “I don’t…”
    “Consider it done.  You do nothing for yourself and this can happen even while your insane workload carries on.  Don’t be stubborn.” 
    Alone again, Marci took her phone from her pocket and dialed Fahad. 
    “Marci.  How do you feel?”
    “Incredible.  Thank you.”
    “You are welcome.  Shall I ask if you are free for dinner or just harass Danielle?” 
    She laughed.  “I’ll make time.” 
    “Excellent.  We will see you in a few hours.”
    They hung up and she dived back into the stack of papers on her desk.  She hadn’t felt so energized in months.  When they picked her up for dinner, she greeted them with light kisses on their lips and got into their limo. 
    The way they held her between them, kissing and touching her, was the ideal way to end her hectic day.  They murmured softly at her ears in Arabic and she ached to understand the words. 
    Smiling at her, they switched to French and it made her laugh.  Until her mind caught up, translating the sensual things they whispered.  She was unable to contain her moan of response. 
    Cupping the backs of their heads, stroking her fingers through thick black hair, she told them, “More.” 
    Four hands tightened on her body and she felt their struggle to hold back.  “Not yet, Marci.  Not until your days are a bit calmer.  For now, you barely sleep.  We will