Isabella's Rival Flames Collide

The air in the spa hung heavy with unspoken rivalry, Dr. Ruiz's piercing gaze following me as I booked Isabella for a private sauna session. Her dark eyes met mine through the steam-kissed glass, a sweet smile hiding the fire I knew simmered beneath. Jealousy coiled in my gut like a serpent, fueling a hunger that demanded release. Tonight, in that cedar-scented haze, rival flames would collide—and Isabella would claim her power. I'd seen the way Dr. Ruiz looked at Isabella during that last session in his exam room, his hands lingering too long on her olive skin, claiming her as his protégé. It twisted something deep inside me, a possessive rage that had me booking this spa retreat under the guise of relaxation. The lobby buzzed with affluent whispers, but my focus narrowed to her—Isabella Garcia, with her long, slightly wavy dark brown hair swaying as she approached the reception desk. She wore a simple white sundress that hugged her slender frame, the fabric whispering against her 5'5" height, accentuating the gentle curve of her 34B breasts without revealing a thing. "Alexandro," she said, her voice sweet and friendly, dark brown eyes lighting up as she spotted me. But there was an edge now, a spark born from our previous encounters. Dr. Ruiz stood across the room, arms crossed, his stare boring into us like he could hear my thoughts. I ignored him, stepping close to her, inhaling the faint citrus of her perfume cutting through the spa's eucalyptus haze. "Private sauna, just us," I murmured, handing her the keycard. Her fingers brushed mine, sending a jolt straight to my core. She glanced at Ruiz, then back at me, her sweet smile turning mischievous. "Lead the way." We moved toward the sauna wing, the tension thickening with every step....