Chapter 1

A car accident stripped me of my sight. Left with no other options, I ended up working as a blind massage therapist.

On my very first day, a mysterious, gorgeous billionaire hired me on an exclusive, month-long retainer and took me to her mansion.

During my stay, my vision miraculously returned. What I never expected was that the woman lying naked on my massage table would be...

Right now, she has nothing on, her eyes dripping with desire, as she grabs my hand and guides it further down her body...

Six months ago, I was riding my scooter to pick up my girlfriend from work when a speeding car sent me flying.

I was rushed to the ER.

The doctors managed to save my life, but my optic nerve was severely damaged. I was left completely blind.

That accident ruined my life. The moment my girlfriend found out I was blind, she ghosted me. She didn’t even have the decency to break up with me to my face.

Without my sight, I couldn’t keep my old corporate job.

When my best friend, Marcus, heard about my situation, he recommended I apply at an exclusive wellness club as a private masseur.

According to him, it was a high-end, members-only spa. The clients were all filthy rich women, and if I did well, I’d make way more than my old salary.

"But I'm blind, Marcus. Won't these wealthy clients find that weird or off-putting?"

To be honest, I was tempted, but my lack of sight made me insecure.

"Man, you don't get it," Marcus laughed. "These high-society women value their privacy more than anything. Being blind isn't a drawback—it's your biggest selling point."

"Plus, you're tall, fit, and seriously handsome. What rich woman wouldn't want you touching her?"

Marcus's words chased away my doubts. That was how I ended up working at the club.

Before I could start officially, the spa manager, Chloe, trained me personally.

During our sessions, Chloe would lie face down on the massage table, letting me practice on her so she could give me professional feedback.

"Start with my back."

Chloe grabbed my hands and placed them on her bare skin. Even though I knew physical contact with the opposite sex was part of the job, my heart raced. I felt a surge of nervous excitement.

Taking a deep breath, I cleared my mind and began the massage.

"Wow, Tyler. I didn't expect you to be so good at this," Chloe murmured, her voice relaxed. "Your pressure and angles are great, you just need a bit more flow."

"Do you know why clients prefer blind masseurs? It's because when you lose one sense, your other senses heighten. You pay more attention with your hands."

"A client isn't a machine. She can feel the care you put into every stroke immediately. That's what I want from you."

I hadn't realized there was so much depth to a simple massage. Chloe's advice made me take the job much more seriously.

"Also, the client is queen. In this business, repeat customers are everything. You need to find their sweet spot quickly. Wherever feels good to them, spend more time there."

"Like right now... ah, yes... a little lower. Right there."

Chloe's skin was incredibly soft, her back toned and curved. Even though I couldn't see, my hands painted a vivid picture of her body.

Combined with her sultry voice, a wave of heat rushed through me. My grip tightened slightly.

Once my training was over, I was put on the schedule.

Only a few days in, Chloe rushed into the breakroom, breathless. She told me a wealthy female client had just booked me for a month-long, exclusive in-home retainer.

An in-home retainer meant I would stay at her house and be on call whenever she wanted a massage for an entire month.

These packages were incredibly expensive, starting at $10,000 USD.

With my cut from the club, I would pocket at least $5,000 USD. That was five times my old monthly salary.

But I couldn't help but worry about what this rich woman would be like. If she was some old, abusive cougar who treated young guys like disposable toys, I'd be in for a nightmare.

As if reading my mind, Chloe leaned in close, her lips almost touching my ear as she whispered:

"Don't worry, handsome. You just hit the jackpot. The woman who booked you is a stunning, high-class beauty. She's actually a few years younger than me."

"Honestly, if she wasn't paying so much, I'd hate to let you go."

"Who knows? Once she gets a taste of you, you might never come back to work here."