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kinks from the long day.
“Oh my God, that feels good,” she sighed, letting her head drop forward.
He removed her helmet and tossed it onto the table, working her hair out of its pins and sweeping it gently over her shoulder before continuing his massage.
“I’ll do it as long as you want me to,” he said, his voice and touch sending the now achingly familiar thrill of desire down her body.
“You are definitely allowed to do that,” she murmured. “Your hands are like national treasures.”
He chuckled. “This was a good day?” he asked, sliding his thumbs along her spine.
“It was better than I ever could have hoped,” she said.
Even in her wildest imaginings, she couldn’t have dreamed up a better first day. As tired as she was, she couldn’t wait for it all to start again tomorrow. His masterful touch lulled her into a doze for a few minutes, before she was riddled with guilt and jerked awake. He’d worked every bit as hard as she did, and even though she hadn’t ordered or even asked for the massage, it seemed he would continue until she told him to stop.
“Sit down, Erik,” she said. He dutifully sat across from her, smiling when she stretched and yawned deeply. “I’m so tired,” she admitted.
“Then go on up,” he said. “You earned an early night.”
She shook her head. “I still have to get us some dinner, and prep the kitchen for the morning, clean up out here, not to mention count the money.” She frowned, the accounting the least enjoyable part of it, but she had to think about buying fresh ingredients, paying the bills, and finding a way to put some aside for the thugs. The frown melted into a hopeful smile, thinking if business continued the way it had today, there might just be a chance to pay them off and be rid of them after all.
“Don’t worry about my dinner,” he said, pulling a wad of papers from his pocket. He spread them out on the table and she saw they were scrawled with names and numbers. “All these women told me to call them if I wanted to grab a bite.” He wrinkled his nose at her thoughtfully. “Do you think they actually meant to offer me a meal, though, or was that some sort of euphemism?” he asked, running his tongue along his top lip before grinning at her.
She swept up the pile of papers and crumpled them into a ball, alarmed at how many there were. She felt a sick stab of jealousy, followed by the hurt of knowing he was only here with her because she was a part of his curse.
“Probably a bit of both,” she said bitterly. “But you can’t grab a bite with any of them, not until my problems are sorted, anyway.”
She hated the sound of her voice, petty and resentful, and wanted to personally ban every woman who flirted with him from the shop. But then she’d have no customers. With a sigh, she pushed away the unfamiliar and unwanted feelings.
She irrationally wished he’d say something like he’d rather eat dinner with her anyway, or even gotten dirty with some euphemisms, but he only sat there, looking exhausted. She perked up, realizing he hadn’t made a fuss when she crumpled his hook-up numbers. That was something.
“Do you like pizza?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he admitted.
“I’m going to order one. I think you’ll like it. I’ll get a meat lover’s one.”
He smiled angelically. “It’s as if you were made for me, Audrey.”
She reached over and plucked off his helmet, and he looked surprised to still be wearing it. “I’ll order you a shirt tonight,” she said. “Thanks for today, you did great. The customers love you.”
He tried to suppress a smile but she could tell he was pleased, then his look turned less angelic and her heart pounded.
“You admitted this was a good day. You said something about giving kissing back, earlier?”
“Did I? I don’t remember,” she hurriedly said, running for the cash register. She’d never get done if she let him kiss her, and even though her lips tingled to
“Oh my God, that feels good,” she sighed, letting her head drop forward.
He removed her helmet and tossed it onto the table, working her hair out of its pins and sweeping it gently over her shoulder before continuing his massage.
“I’ll do it as long as you want me to,” he said, his voice and touch sending the now achingly familiar thrill of desire down her body.
“You are definitely allowed to do that,” she murmured. “Your hands are like national treasures.”
He chuckled. “This was a good day?” he asked, sliding his thumbs along her spine.
“It was better than I ever could have hoped,” she said.
Even in her wildest imaginings, she couldn’t have dreamed up a better first day. As tired as she was, she couldn’t wait for it all to start again tomorrow. His masterful touch lulled her into a doze for a few minutes, before she was riddled with guilt and jerked awake. He’d worked every bit as hard as she did, and even though she hadn’t ordered or even asked for the massage, it seemed he would continue until she told him to stop.
“Sit down, Erik,” she said. He dutifully sat across from her, smiling when she stretched and yawned deeply. “I’m so tired,” she admitted.
“Then go on up,” he said. “You earned an early night.”
She shook her head. “I still have to get us some dinner, and prep the kitchen for the morning, clean up out here, not to mention count the money.” She frowned, the accounting the least enjoyable part of it, but she had to think about buying fresh ingredients, paying the bills, and finding a way to put some aside for the thugs. The frown melted into a hopeful smile, thinking if business continued the way it had today, there might just be a chance to pay them off and be rid of them after all.
“Don’t worry about my dinner,” he said, pulling a wad of papers from his pocket. He spread them out on the table and she saw they were scrawled with names and numbers. “All these women told me to call them if I wanted to grab a bite.” He wrinkled his nose at her thoughtfully. “Do you think they actually meant to offer me a meal, though, or was that some sort of euphemism?” he asked, running his tongue along his top lip before grinning at her.
She swept up the pile of papers and crumpled them into a ball, alarmed at how many there were. She felt a sick stab of jealousy, followed by the hurt of knowing he was only here with her because she was a part of his curse.
“Probably a bit of both,” she said bitterly. “But you can’t grab a bite with any of them, not until my problems are sorted, anyway.”
She hated the sound of her voice, petty and resentful, and wanted to personally ban every woman who flirted with him from the shop. But then she’d have no customers. With a sigh, she pushed away the unfamiliar and unwanted feelings.
She irrationally wished he’d say something like he’d rather eat dinner with her anyway, or even gotten dirty with some euphemisms, but he only sat there, looking exhausted. She perked up, realizing he hadn’t made a fuss when she crumpled his hook-up numbers. That was something.
“Do you like pizza?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he admitted.
“I’m going to order one. I think you’ll like it. I’ll get a meat lover’s one.”
He smiled angelically. “It’s as if you were made for me, Audrey.”
She reached over and plucked off his helmet, and he looked surprised to still be wearing it. “I’ll order you a shirt tonight,” she said. “Thanks for today, you did great. The customers love you.”
He tried to suppress a smile but she could tell he was pleased, then his look turned less angelic and her heart pounded.
“You admitted this was a good day. You said something about giving kissing back, earlier?”
“Did I? I don’t remember,” she hurriedly said, running for the cash register. She’d never get done if she let him kiss her, and even though her lips tingled to
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