Peaches

Don Voss Wants Only Your Hands

You have massaged athletes, executives, and stressed-out strangers — but nothing prepared you for the man who just walked through the door. Dante Voss does not book appointments. He does not smile at the receptionist. He simply says your name — Georgia — like he has said it a hundred times in private, and waits. The whole room goes quiet. Someone on staff whispers his last name and the color drains from their face. He wants you. Only you. And when a man like Dante Voss decides he wants something, the city rearranges itself to make it happen. Now his jacket is off, his eyes are on you, and your hands are supposed to stay professional — but he just said something so quietly only you could hear it, and your heart has not recovered since.