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During school, she decided that she wanted to add at least one more field to her repertoire and began thinking about going to massage therapy school as well. Just today she’d received confirmation that she had been accepted and she needed to report for orientation next Tuesday.
But tonight…tonight, she sat outside Pamper You, a salon almost like what she wanted to open, waiting to have sex with a complete stranger, a masseur. She was sure her sister appreciated the irony, since she was the one who’d set the whole thing up. When she’d gotten that first letter in the mail, she’d called Celeste and asked her what the hell she’d done. Celeste laughed and told her to think of it as a late graduation/early massage therapy school acceptance/congratulatory present.
She picked up the embossed linen note she’d received in the mail last week and read it again.
Lynae looked down at the clock on her dashboard. Eight fifty-eight.
It was now or never.
She climbed out of the car, locked the door, and took a few tentative steps toward the front door.
What the hell am I doing?
She’d chastised her sister for doing exactly what she was about to do, but she couldn’t stop the erotic tingle that spread up her spine with each step she took. Lynae reached the door and paused. Was she supposed to knock? Ring the doorbell? She turned around and walked back to the sidewalk, but stopped.
Don’t be a chicken shit, she heard her sister say in her head.
She smiled and turned around. She could do this. She would do this.
Back at the door, she pulled the handle and found it was already open. She stepped inside. Soft music wafted over her as she took in her surroundings. Plush white chairs sat in several groupings around the huge lobby. She’d bet money that the rug she stood on was authentic Persian. Paintings of serene landscapes hung on the walls, and several plants were interspersed all throughout the area, as well as lit, white, taper-thin candles. A mahogany check-in desk with a white marble top sat against the back wall.
Moving forward, she saw a room off to the right with several manicurist chairs on one side and pedicure stations on the other. To the left on both sides of the room were stylist stations. Lynae was about to venture further down a hallway when the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen in her life walked out of the office behind the check-in desk.
She only saw him above the waist, but what she did see made her breath stall in her chest. Her breasts began to tingle, along with the rest of her.
He smiled. “Good evening, Ms. Moore. Welcome to Pamper You.”
He had perfect, straight white teeth, an enigmatic smile, and expertly cut short, wavy blond hair. She couldn’t tell what color his eyes were because of the dim candlelight. He wore a white jacket like the one she used to wear at her old salon, except he wore no shirt underneath.
Muscles.
Muscles on top of muscles rippled down his chest, disappearing behind the desk. Damn, she wanted to see the rest.
“My name is Jared, and I’ll be your masseur for the evening.”
Lynae sent a silent “thank you” to her sister and promised herself she would send her a dozen roses first thing Monday morning.
Jared stepped from around the corner, and she was rewarded with the sight of the rest of him.
My, my, my.
“Please follow me.” He turned to walk down the hallway beside the desk, and she followed, enjoying the view. A pair of white pants encased his legs, matching his jacket. She couldn’t wait to see what he looked like without any clothes.
Maybe this was a good idea after all.
He led her to the back and into a massage therapy room. A massage table sat directly in the center, already prepared for her with clean white sheets and towels. Several candles were lit on top of a long counter along the left wall. A counter to the right held different bottles of massage oils, a sink, and more towels.
He let her pass, then walked back to the door. “Please take off all your clothes.” His deep baritone voice was like milk chocolate running over a rich warm brownie, and God, she wanted to taste it. “Lie on the table, on your stomach, and cover yourself with the top sheet.” He smiled. “I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
A soft click sounded when he shut the door. Nervous flutters zipped around in her stomach. She circled the table, lightly touching the cool, crisp white sheets.
I can’t do this.
I can’t do this.
It appeared that the bravado she’d felt earlier had left with him. She grabbed her cell phone out of her purse, found her favorites in her phone book, and double tapped the screen to dial her sister.
“Please tell me you didn’t chicken out,” Celeste hissed when she answered.
