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“I think you were about to make me blush in front of all our classmates.”
“Deeply blush.” His lips hovered above mine, teasing them and making me ache to touch his. “You are beautiful. Thank you for not giving up on me.”
“How could I? You are the one,” I cried.
“I was made for you, Grace.” His lips crashed into mine, and, not caring who was watching, he parted my lips and followed through on his promise. I blushed deeply while his tongue swept my mouth and he pulled me flush against his body. Man, could he make me sparkle and pop. People hooted and hollered, but I paid them no attention. I was finally recognizing what I had always known to be true—Brooks was mine.Chapter Twenty-NineI smiled down at the chart in my hand before I opened the door to treatment room one. I had no plans to knock. When I opened the door, I found a smug-looking Brooks sitting on the edge of the table smirking at me, though I hardly noticed, as I was distracted by his glorious bare chest. “What are you doing here?” I closed the door behind me and leaned against it. I had to hold myself back from accosting him. I internally argued with myself, We don’t treat our customers like sexual objects . . . But he is technically my boyfriend . . . No. No. In this room, I swore to be a professional . . . But, oh, I want to touch him.
“You did offer me a free facial massage before I decided how to review your spa online. And I wanted to make sure I looked my best for our first date tonight.”
I wouldn’t consider the Rick Springfield concert our first date. Maybe it was going to be our best date so far, though that might be hard, too, considering all the make out sessions my couch had seen the last few days. And how much I loved when he would climb up the fixed trellis that could now hold his weight. Not to mention our all-night talks, listening to our favorite records. Lately, for Brooks, it was Mac Miller. He was deep and soulful, a lot like Brooks.
I stepped toward him. “Listen here, my friend, if you know what’s good for you, you better give us five stars.”
Brooks seized my top and pulled me closer to him. “I’m not your friend.”
His sultry tone made me almost lose all reason. I had to keep the clipboard between us or I was going to be breaking all the rules soon. “What are you?”
He grabbed the clipboard and tossed it to the floor before pulling me into the danger zone. Stay strong . . . But his lips look so inviting and the door is locked.
He nuzzled my ear, making me shiver with delight, before whispering, “I’m your person and you’re mine.”
I loved that. A lot. “Good answer,” I stuttered out. He was kissing my neck now and driving me wild. “Brooks, we shouldn’t be doing this in here.”
“Why?”
“We aren’t running a brothel.”
“I’m not paying you for any services.”
That was true. My hands landed on his beautiful, defined chest. Oh momma, was it nice.
Brooks’s lips skimmed my jaw.
“Really,” I breathed out. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“You win,” he groaned. But he stole a kiss before letting me go.
It took all I had to step away from him. “I promise we will pick up where we left off very soon.” Only five more hours until Rick Springfield. I couldn’t wait.
“Not soon enough.”
“I know I’m irresistible,” I teased, “but the more we resist, the better it will be tonight.”
He ran a finger down my cheek. “You make my life better.”
My eyes welled with tears. That deserved a kiss on the cheek. I let my lips linger on his warm skin, breathing in his amber scent. “For that,” I whispered against his skin, “I won’t use lavender or the stinging cleanser.”
He chuckled.
“Now lie down, but this time you can keep the sheet off.”
His brow quirked before he obeyed. “Yes, ma’am.”
“You almost sounded like a Texan there. Keep hanging around me and you might be saying momma and daddy before you know it.”
“We’ll see.” He wasn’t convinced. “Speaking of my parents, though, they wanted me to invite you and your dad to dinner this weekend.”
I picked up the clipboard from the floor. “Sounds great. I can bring dessert.”
“Save dessert for me.”
I swatted him with the clipboard. “Stop saying things like that or I’m going to have to fire myself after I accost you.”
“Accosting me sounds good. I would definitely give you a five-star review for that.”
“Stop it,” I laughed.
He closed his eyes. “I’ll behave. Maybe.” He smirked.
I walked around to the head of the table. This man was going to be the death of me, though I couldn’t think of a better way to go. “By the way, how are you feeling about your parents officially getting back together? We haven’t really discussed that.”
