Following a bicycle ride in the centre of London, Adam and Tania are a somewhat sweaty. She suggests a shower. He wants to make it for two.
Tania opened her eyes wider as she understood the implication. “It will be a bit of a squeeze, the two of us.”
“My kind of shower,” he said, catching her hand. “Shall we, amber?”
There was no elegance to their fumbled undressing, tossing the clothes in a heap on the bathroom floor, the garments forming a pile of misshapen sweaty cotton. Tania ran the shower until it steamed the room up into a fog of condensed water.
“Not too hot.” He reached for the dial. “You’re going to be plenty warm next to me.”
Tania Havers has no time for sex, never mind romance or boyfriends. Life as an investment analyst in the City of London gives her plenty of stress and competition from equally ambitious work colleagues.
On the advice of a friend, Tania tries out something different—tantric massages. Meeting Adam, an erotic masseur with hands that send her into sensual oblivion, she begins a covert affair, one that takes them out of the massage parlor, into a hotel room, then to her apartment and finally his basement, where Adam shows Tania his secret passion—one he wishes to explore with her.
While their erotic pastimes bring relief, Tania’s career intrudes on their relationship. Driven by ambition, she will deal with obstacles as she sees fit. Adam is about to find out whether Tania has room in her life—and in her heart—for him or whether she will sacrifice their love to save her career.