“Thanks, honey. I feel great,” he informs me, taking a drink of the water and turning his attention to the window. “Another appointment?”
“Last one of the day,” I confirm.
“Well, I’ll get out of your way. Can I make my next one quickly?”
“Of course,” I agree. “Six weeks?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
We set the appointment, which sends a confirmation to his phone. Once that’s complete, I head for the front door and release the lock. “Enjoy your weekend,” I tell Mr. Peterson as he steps outside.
“Thanks, honey. I will.” Quinn pushes off his truck and heads our way. “Hey, Quinn.”
“Good afternoon, Mr. Peterson,” he replies, his voice gravelly and all seductive, even though I’m certain that’s not how it’s intended to sound.
Maybe it’s just me.
“Enjoy your massage. I know I did,” he states, heading down the street to where he left his own pickup truck.
“Ready?” I ask, giving my youngest brother’s best friend my attention.
His dark eyes flash with something that makes me shiver, and I refuse to think about the what or why. He gives me a slow, somewhat sexy grin and says, “As I’ll ever be.”
CHAPTER
FIVE
Quinn
“Here.” I hold out my hand, offering the fancy drink I picked up from the coffee shop down the street. I know it’s one of her favorite places, and she frequents it often thanks to its convenient location to where she works.
“What’s this?” she asks, looking down at the drink as if it might bite her.
“Poison.”
She narrows her eyes and snatches at the drink, but I’m quicker. “Seriously?”
Grinning, I hold it out once more. “What do you say?”
She huffs, as if saying those words are like acid on her tongue. “Pleaseandthank you.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “Wow, a pleaseanda thank you. Is Hell freezing over?”
She grumbles and grabs for the drink. This time, I let her have it. She takes a greedy gulp, closing her eyes and smiling as she savors that first taste. “Damn, that’s so good.”
“I told them to give you extra Red Bull. Figured you could use the burst of energy.”
“Totally,” she says, nodding toward the open door for her studio. “Let me get the bed ready.”
Something in the way she says that sends a jolt of lust straight to the appendage below the belt. My cock has definitely taken notice of her statement, eager to jump into said bed with her. Only, he doesn’t understand the bed she’s referring to is the massage table, not a true bed. I get it, but even my own functioning brain zeroed in on her blunder. And it had to be a blunder, because anytime she’s referred to her table, she’s said just that. I’ve never heard her refer to it as a bed.
And dammit, I hope I never do again, because I’m two seconds away from a full hard-on, and I have to get undressed.
This was a terrible idea.
“Maybe I should skip today,” I blurt out from the doorway after she set her drink down on the small table and grabs fresh bedding.
Spinning around, she holds the blankets to her chest. “What? Why?”
