Page 29 of Black Light: Cured

point toward the curtain. “We’re done here. Get out of my massage room.”

His expression switches from come hither to cold and calculated within the span of a breath. “My

time isn’t up yet. You promised me thirty minutes, and I expect to get them, or would you rather I

extract that time a different way? Because I can assure you that I can make a minute feel like an hour,

or an hour feel like a minute depending on my mood.”

“Are you threatening me?” I try so desperately to ignore the ache of arousal at his words.

How often since seeing him that fateful night did I fantasize about what he would do with me? If

only we weren’t parting under such acrimonious terms. Would there be any way to repair this now? I

can’t just let him get away with insulting me, insulting my profession.

He stands up from the table, letting the sheet fall to the floor. I try not to look down at the massive

organ swaying between his thighs, but I’m unable to look away. Every bit of me starts to tingle as it

bobs up and down as I stare at it.

“Is it a threat if it’s something you want?” His voice is almost a purr as he takes a step forward.

Turning, I show him my back, refusing to sway in this matter. “I don’t offer happy endings. Never

have and never will. Gather your things. I’ll meet you outside.”

“You’re being unreasonable.”

At that moment, I see red. Who does he think he is? How is me protecting my license and my

professionalism unreasonable? I would never ask him to do something that put his livelihood at risk.

Why would he demand that of me? But more than that, how dare he say I’m being unreasonable when

it’s my integrity, my hard work on the line? I put every bit of me into each client, and for him to spout

off that I’m being unreasonable is like a slap in the face.

“No,” I shout, whirling back around. “I’m not being unreasonable. Get your stuff and get the fuck

out of my massage room. You’re no longer allowed to utilize my services.”

“Just calm down—”

“Don’t tell me to calm down! Not after asking that I put my license at risk, everything that I hold

dear to me. You are not allowed to tell me to calm down. Even a whiff of scandal like this and I could

lose my license. I’d have to go to the board and defend myself. Pretty sure Black Light doesn’t want

the government all up in their business.”

“Look. This is all a misunderstanding. I just assumed…”

“Oh. I’m sorry. You assumed? The same man that told me what assuming does? I don’t see how