My hands roamed her legs, and I applied a bit more pressure where I knew she was feeling some tightness. They kept a slow, steady motion up and down her muscles. Every time I reached the inside of her thigh, she released a soft moan. With each whimper, my cock got harder and longer. Thank God, she couldn’t see how turned on I was by her sounds.
I moved to her right side to finish her leg and arm. It was time to have her turn over onto her stomach. I inserted the headrest and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder before speaking close to her ear. “Alexa, it’s time to turn over.”
When I lifted the covers a little, she quickly rolled. No matter how much I wanted a glimpse of her breasts, I turned my head to give her privacy. Once she settled on her stomach, I lifted the covers and tucked them into her dark purple panties. If I had to guess, purple was her favorite color. As my gaze traveled down her exposed flesh to the small of her back, I sucked in a huge, audible breath. Not only did she have the sexy curve, but also two dimples—one over each ass cheek. Right above them was a small, beautifully scripted quote. This was not a tramp stamp. It was art.
“Is everything okay?” Alexa asked in response to my loud, unprofessional gasp.
I felt her body tense up, and immediately felt horrible. I laid a comforting hand on her shoulder to reassure her nothing was wrong.
“Yes, I’m sorry. Your tattoo is gorgeous. I wasn’t expecting to see ink on your body. What does it say?” I should have apologized and moved on, but I couldn’t resist asking.
“It says j'aime qui je suis. It’s French for I like myself,” she whispered in a perfect French accent.
My fingers ghosted over the beautiful words, and I wondered why she chose that quote to permanently grace her flawless skin.
I added more oil and started on her extensor muscles. They were firm and long, and felt wonderful to my touch. I ran my hands down her back and dragged them slowly up the sides of her torso, unintentionally skimming her breasts as I reached the top. Every time I caressed her sensitive skin, Alexa let out a little puff of air. With every breath, my heart thumped a little faster.
For the rest of the massage, my mind wandered while my hands moved on autopilot.
Our time was coming to an end for the day, and I was ready to step away from her to get some space and gain some perspective. Between Sade in my ear and the smells of lavender and vanilla on her skin, my head was spinning. The weeks ahead of us were sure to be difficult. The thought of passing her off to Danny or any of the other guys crossed my mind, but I became irrationally angry at the thought of their hands all over her perfect body.
“Alexa, we’re finished for today. Take your time getting up. I’m going to step out and grab you a cup of water. I’ll be waiting outside the room when you come out,” I said as I drew the covers up, and rubbed her back one last time over the blanket.
“Thank you,” Alexa mumbled as I walked out.
When I shut the door behind me, I rushed to the water station, needing as much distance between us as possible. I chugged the first cup, filled it again, and took my time with this one as I remembered the feel of her skin. What I needed was a cold shower, but fancy, infused water would have to do. As much as I wanted to hang out, I needed to get back to Alexa and follow up on how she was feeling. I grabbed her a cup and walked to the room.
I waited outside the treatment room for a few minutes and grew worried since it was taking a while for her to emerge. Just as I was about to knock, the door opened. Alexa looked stunning. Her smile was sheepish, probably feeling self-conscious from the little noises she made, her skin glowed, and her body relaxed. She looked beyond satisfied, and all I could imagine was that this was what her face looked like after an incredible night of sex.
“How do you feel?”
“I’ve never felt this relaxed in my life,” Alexa replied. “Thank you so much. I’m complete mush right now. Your hands are seriously magical.” Her blue eyes sparkled as bright as the Caribbean Sea. Paired with her smile, they were mesmerizing.
“I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Next time might not be as relaxing since I’m going to get down to business on your legs and feet. But I promise I’ll add in some pleasure each time.” I lowered my voice on the last line without even thinking.
Luke, you’re not in a club hitting on a chick. You’re at your place of business, and you’re a fucking professional.
Pink colored her cheeks, and I quickly changed the subject.
“Here’s your water.”
“Thank you. When do you want to see me again? My work schedule is pretty open this week. I’d love to set up standing appointments, especially after the last hour.” She winked at me, and her smile lit up her face again. God, she was adorably sexy. “I’ll set that up with Jessica on my way out.”
“I want to see you in a few days. How does Friday at four o’clock sound?” I had no idea if I was available at four on Friday, but I would rearrange whoever was in that spot. Well, Jessica would. She would yell at me and get all whiny, but I’d ignore her, leave a bottle of her favorite wine on her desk, and all would be forgiven. I kept a case of it for such occasions. “Have Jess put you down for then, and set up whatever works best for you for a schedule.”
“Friday’s great. I’ll see you then.” With that, she walked into the women’s locker room.
I headed to the office to dive into paperwork, in hopes of getting the image of Alexa out of my head.
Chapter Three
Luke
The office was empty after Alexa’s appointment. Danny was with a client, so it gave me at least an hour of peace. What happened with Alexa surprised me, because never in my career had I felt so drawn to a client. And that was saying a lot, since gorgeous women gracing my table, was an ordinary, everyday thing for the last ten years.
Something about her made me want more. And not just her incredible body. What did she do for a living that allowed her schedule to be flexible? Did she sleep on the right side of the bed or the left? I wanted to get inside her head and know every one of her thoughts. That alone scared the shit out of me.
I had had many monogamous relationships over the years. I was not a one-night stand kind of guy. The uncomfortable scene in the morning was just not my thing. Living drama free was a goal of mine. In some relationships, it was more about pleasure than conversation. My desire bent toward getting in their pants, not their head. Some of those women, I would have loved to get to know and have a meaningful relationship. But like Jennie, their jealousy got the best of them, and we parted ways. I refused to change my career for a woman. I wasn’t a gigolo and didn’t have sex with my clients. There were no happy endings at The Rub Down.
The phone rang, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Yes, Jessica?” I answered. I forced as much happiness as I could into my voice, since I knew exactly why she was calling.
“You realize I need to move Angela’s Friday appointment for Alexa, right?” Jess bitched in my ear. “I will not call that woman and tell her. That raging bitch hates me. I’ve no idea what the hell I ever did to her, but she couldn’t get any ruder if she tried.”
“Ask Elle if she’ll do it. Angela likes her, right? I mean, who doesn’t love her. She’s the nice one, after all,” I retorted, giving Jessica a hard time.
Elle and Jessica were super close, but Elle was definitely the sweeter of the two. She was more of a kill them with kindness type, whereas Jess was a just kill them type.
“Fine. I’ll ask Elle, but you still owe me,” Jessica said before slamming down the phone.
“Why do I still owe you?” I replied to no one as I hung up the receiver.
Jessica always thought I owed her just for being her brother. Didn’t I sign her paychecks? That should have counted for something.
I joked about what a pain in the ass my sisters were, but honestly, I loved them to death. They were the most remarkable women I knew, and Danny and I were honored to have them work with us.