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“Yeah. I’m a computer science and systems major.”
“I’m just into massages.” I heard the smile in her voice. I was dying to see what she looked like. She was on my side now, I turned my head to see her. Damn, she was hot.
“What else are you into?” Her hands stopped moving, and her eyes met mine as she smiled.
She looked like a fucking vixen. Brown tresses, full lips, flawless, creamy face. Her polo shirt hugged all her curves, her chest wasn’t too out there, but it was enough. Her cheeks flushed with her blush, and she turned back to her work.
“I don’t know. Shopping. Design. I want to open my own massage parlor one day.”
I was still looking at her, even as her hands drifted down to my glutes and thighs.
“Well you’re pretty good at giving massages,” I stifled a moan. She shook her head, smiled, and came back up to my neck.
“You have to face down.”
I smirked, but did as she said. She worked my neck and shoulders, not missing any kinks and got all the knots out. Damn, she was good.
She must have asked me a bunch of questions in the last twenty minutes. I didn’t mind though, it kept me from falling asleep.
“All done.” She stepped away.
I sat up, draping the towel over my lap. Her back was to me as she washed her hands and toweled off. My eyes followed her body; she in shape. Her thighs were toned, her back small. She had put her hair up since I last looked at her, giving me a view of her neck. She had a small tattoo on her nape, a key maybe? Couldn’t tell from here.
“You didn’t tell me your name.” I said. She turned and faced me, a smile creeping up on her face as she looked me over.
“I’m Vivian Sanders.”
“What time do you get off, Vivian?” There was something about her. Maybe I just wanted in her pants, but I wanted to know her too. Usually don’t care much about knowing the girls I go after.
“A few hours. It depends.”
“Give me your phone.”
She bit her lip softly, but reached in her back pocket and handed me a bright blue phone.
“This your favorite color?” I arched a brow, looking at her and she nodded.
I put my number in her phone and then texted myself.
“Text me when you’re off. Don’t stand me up.”
She giggled softly.
“I won’t.” She was halfway out the door.
“See you.” And then the door shut.
I shook my head with a smile. Man, there is something about her.
“Tristan, are you sleeping?” Natalie pulled me out of my trance.
“Hmm? No. You want some ice cream?”
“Hell yeah.”
I got up and scoured my freezer, I found half a sherbet container and some butter pecan. I grabbed spoons and met her back at the chairs.
“I was just thinking about Vivian. About how we met.” I explained.
