CHAPTER 1 “Do you know of anyone who fulfills sexual fantasies?” Serena James asked. Quiet descended. The hands massaging her tense shoulders stopped. Serena cracked one eye open to glance over at Faith Malone, who was lying on the next massage table, and then she craned her head to look over her shoulder at her masseuse, Julie Stanford, who owned the all-inclusive beauty salon Serena and Faith went to on a weekly basis. “Uh, honey, you’re the fantasy fulfiller,” Julie remarked in a dry voice. “And do you have to talk about sexual fantasies while I’m giving you a rubdown?” “Quit your bitching and keep massaging,” Serena grumbled. She closed her eyes and relaxed back onto the table. She should have known better than to bring up what was occupying her mind lately. A quiet sigh escaped her lips when Julie began kneading her muscles again. “The time to talk sexual fantasies is when I’m giving Nathan Tucker a massage,” Julie said in a dreamy tone. Faith laughed next to Serena. “Is he a regular now?” “Yep. Twice a month,” Julie said cheerfully. “Now that is a job I’d do for free. I have to be careful not to drool on his back.” “Not the front?” Serena mumbled. Julie chuckled. “He only lets me do his back. Pity.