You enter the candlelit room, drop your robe, and slip your naked body beneath the sheets. You’re ready for him to have his way with your every muscle. He enters and turns on the down-tempo beats. No words spoken. He douses his big hands with oil. And suddenly they’re upon you. You quiver at his touch.

A scene from Danielle Steele’s latest? Oh no. This is not fiction.

This is a real-life account of a massage with Rob Easson at International Orange Spa. No aromatherapy. No hot stones. And no bull. Just a back-to-basics (not to mention cute) guy with strong hands working out your every kink. (The hand and foot massage is spine tingling.) The experience is downright heavenly, and you’ll leave relaxed, aligned, and knot-free.

Like you’ve been worked over good by a romance-novel hottie.

And not that has-been bodice-ripper Fabio.

Rob Easson, International Orange Spa, 2044 Fillmore Street, 2nd Floor, between Pine and California Streets (415-563-5000).