A poised saleswoman stepped forward, presenting a sleek massage glove that emitted a soft buzz. Expertly, she trailed it across Sir’s back before shifting to mine, its gentle vibrations eliciting a delightful tingle up my spine.
“No thanks,” Sir declared, his eyes glinting with mischief.
“Why not?” I retorted. “It was quite pleasant.”
He smirked. “It’s merely a vibrating glove. While it might fall short of a professional back rub, I can’t help but wonder if you’ve imagined… other applications for it.”
My cheeks turned a deep shade of red at his insinuation, and the saleswoman stifled a cheeky giggle.
