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“I don’t know. It’s awkward. He is Carrie’s brother and if he did ‘help me’–” She raised her hands making air quotes. “–every interaction after that would be awkward.”
“You wouldn’t do him again.”
“I never said that. We never did get to finish what we started.” Martina pulled on her purple hoodie and zipped it to the top.
“I’m so glad you said that because he’s outside.”
“What?”
“He’s in the foyer. He said he wants to talk to you about headaches.” Amie wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
“Oh. It has nothing to do with sex.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure.”
“I helped him out that night, and now he wants more help.” It was a professional visit, nothing more. Her self-conscious side believed that, but what if Amie was right? What if he wanted another go? Or at least gave her the opportunity for another go.
“I think you should ask him for his help. Take the plunge, Marty. You have nothing to lose.”
She wasn’t so sure. “Yeah, right. I only risk severe embarrassment every time I see him if he says no.”
“Are you going to go out there or not?”
“I’m going.” She gathered herself together and headed for the door. Halfway there she stopped and turned toward her friend. “How do I look?”
“Like a woman who is minutes away from agreeing to the best sexual escapade of her life.”
“Come on, Amie.”
“Face–flawless. Hair–commercial quality. Boobs–secure. Ass–never looked better.”
“Thank you.”
The best sexual escapade of her life. Rob was the perfect candidate. Fit, attractive and from their encounter that morning they clicked on all levels. He was...comfortable.
All she had to do was ask. It would be the hardest question she would ever utter out loud.
She pushed through the studio doors and weaved around the few early arrivals toward reception. A few grins and hellos were exchanged with some of her regulars.
Rob stood with his back to her, leaning on the desk. He fidgeted with his keys as he looked out the oversize window at the traffic passing by. A gray t-shirt and faded jeans covered his well-toned body. He looked good in casual. Those jeans made his ass look like it was sculpted from marble.
“Rob?”
He turned quickly. His eyes locked on her face. They traveled down the length of her body leaving a tingling trail as he took in every inch of her. Her womb clenched, remembering their morning together.
“Hi. I’m sorry to bug you at work.”
“It’s okay.” She glanced at Lisa, another instructor taking her turn at the front desk, and decided to take their conversation elsewhere.
“Come with me.” She shuffled him into a massage therapy room and shut the door behind them. “What’s up?”
“I wanted to thank you again for doing whatever you did for my head.”
“It was nothing. It’s my job.”
“I wasn’t a paying client. You went out of your way to help.”
“Maybe there is a way you can help me. Pay me back for my services.” There it was. The boldness she needed to tap into in order to get him on board.
