Chapter 44. Natalie's Grandma

Natalie answered Dante’s video call while the therapist returned to massaging her feet. She cleared her throat at the sight of Dante’s face on the phone screen. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

In the car, Dante frowned at the sight of Natalie lying down, wearing only a towel. Her white skin seemed to glisten with oil. Her narrow cleavage looked plumpy and so tempting.

“Where are you?” Dante’s voice sounded less than pleasant.

“I’m getting a massage. Don’t you see how I look now?” Natalie replied with a frown.

The frown on Dante’s forehead deepened. “Who’s the therapist?” he probed.

Natalie stared at her therapist, who remained focused on massaging her feet. She replied, “A woman. Don’t worry.”

Dante’s expression showed suspicion and disbelief. Finally, Natalie asked her therapist, “Can I show you to him? He seems very afraid of other men touching my body.”

The therapist smiled. “Go ahead, Miss.”

Natalie pointed her camera at the therapist m