Blessing in Disguise

Chapter 97: In Sickness and in Health

Maximilian entered the sunroom to a scene that took him by surprise-a delightful one at that. The room, already a sight to behold, was now bathed in the warm glow of orange and pink hues, accentuated by the gentle flicker of candlelight. The transition from day to evening lent an extra layer of beauty to the setting as his favorite music softly played in the background. And there, amidst this serene ambiance, sat Seher, the most enchanting woman he had ever laid eyes on. Recently, he had noticed her frequent choice of night blue, a color that seemed to mirror the deep fascination she had with his eyes. This color made her look even more youthful, especially in those strappy dresses that barely grazed her knees-so alluring, so innocent. He often wondered what he had done to deserve such a magnificent person in his life. She greeted him with a smile that stopped his heart.

As he took in the room, curiosity piqued, "So, zoloste (little gold), what's the plan for tonight? The ambiance is mesmerizing." Responding with another radiant smile, Seher motioned for him to sit on the couch. Once he was comfortably seated, she gently pushed him back, allowing his head to rest on the headrest. She then brought over a tub filled with warm water, rose petals, and a mysterious third ingredient. Kneeling, she started to roll up the hem of his sweats. He instinctively pulled his feet back, hesitant to let her touch them, but she gave him a stern look as she delicately placed his feet into the warm, fragrant water.

"Are you giving me some sort of nail treatment? I'm not aware of the name," he inquired, half-jokingly. Seher chuckled, shaking her head, "It's called a pedicure, but no, I'm not giving you one. I'm simply soaking your feet in warm salt water to help relax them. You've been on your feet all day, and this will ease any aches and provide a bit of rest, relieving the strains of excessive exertion." Maximilian nodded, a sigh escaping him as he realized he was in for a night of pampering.

Seher moved behind him, a blend of almond oil and lavender in hand. Gently, she released the elastic holding his bun, and as her fingers began their dance through his hair, a groan of relief escaped him. "Eto thuck zdorovo, detka. (That feels so good, baby). Your hands are magical," murmured Maximilian, visibly relaxing under her touch. Seher skillfully massaged his scalp, and then, tilting his head back slightly, she focused on his forehead, temples, and the areas around his eyes.

As she worked, Maximilian found his head resting comfortably against her, cushioned softly by her breasts. He was aware of their proximity, the warmth of her body through the fabric of her dress, nipples hardening, but he refrained from commenting. The sheer pleasure of the moment was too precious to disrupt.

After about 30 minutes of this attentive massage, which had seamlessly transitioned from his head to his forehead and shoulders, Seher prepared a warm, rolled towel. She placed it on the headrest and gently laid Maximilian's head upon it. Unbeknownst to him, he had drifted into a peaceful nap amidst her ministrations.

Seher then kneeled in front of him and turned her attention to his feet. Carefully cleaning them with warm water, she prepared another dose of the soothing oil mixture. As she began massaging his feet and ankle joints, Maximilian stirred. The unexpected sensation on his feet startled him awake, and he instinctively jerked his left foot away. "What are you doing, baby? Why are you touching my feet?" he asked, slightly bewildered from the sudden transition from sleep to wakefulness.

"I'm just giving them a massage," Seher explained, trying to gently take his foot back. But Maximilian sat upright and firmly stated, "No, Seher, sweetheart, I'd prefer you didn't touch my feet."

With a puzzled look, Seher inquired, "Why not? Is it because you're ticklish?" She couldn't help but let out a small giggle.

Maximilian offered a smile in return but clarified, "It's not about being ticklish. You see, Seher, I just don't feel right about having my partner massage my feet. It doesn't sit well with me. And to me, you're more than that; you're my queen. I can't have you at my feet; it doesn't seem fitting. Your place is on my face if anything."