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“How’s that?” spoke the still-strangely-familiar voice.
“Pretty…pretty damn good.”
“Good.”
Silence fell as she went to it, kneading my shoulder blades and working her way down.
“So,” she said. “Are you a talking-during-the-massage type or the not-talking type?”
“That’s…a good question.”
“Oh yeah—new to this whole thing.”
“True.”
But I figured that talking might be a good way to figure out who this woman was. Sure, I could turn around, but I didn’t want to move an inch.
“Well, we’re talking now,” I said. “Might as well keep at it.”
“Fine with me.”
“So, you been doing this for a while?”
“A good few years. Since I graduated from UCLA.”
UCLA—that was my school. But nothing too weird about that. We were in LA after all.
“Graduated pre-med and then did the standard not-knowing-what-the-hell-I-was-going-to-do thing before taking a job here. Figured it’d be at least kind of in the same zone as being a doctor.” She cleared her throat and went on. “And you, Sean,” she said. “I haven’t seen you since the movie premiere. I—” She stopped. Not only her words but her hands too.
The premiere—Will and Sam’s movie premiere a few months ago.
I knew who it was. Not a doubt in my mind.
Without thinking, I whipped around on the table, the blanket shifting and putting my you-know-what on full display.
But that was the last thing on my mind. Nope—I was more interested in the shocked face in front of me.
It was the face of Shania Simms.
“Oh my god!” she shouted, her eyes moving down my body and locking onto my long, hanging cock. “Um, gotta go!”
Without saying another word, she rushed out of the room and shut the door behind her. Just like that, it was over.
And once the shock wore off, I couldn’t help but chuckle.
I should’ve been a little more embarrassed, but then again, that wasn’t the first time.
Chapter Two
SHANIA
I was mortified. Really, mortified didn’t even begin to cover it.
I mean, I’d tried to do to the professional thing. The second I stepped into that room and laid eyes on that familiar tattoo on his shoulder blade I nearly lost my shit.
Sure, Sean and I had seen each other here and there recently. I mean, my friends Pepper and Sam were engaged to two of his closest friends—of course we’d been in each other’s orbits. But the premiere and the shows and everything else had all been these big, group things. Easy to avoid each other, and our history together, when we’d been in settings like that.
But there, with him on the table and me giving him a rubdown, I’d been totally at a loss as what the hell to do. I could’ve gotten one of the other girls to do it, but Aaron, my boss, had already been riding my ass over these last couple of months. Last thing I needed was for him to have another reason to chew me out.
Of course, I couldn’t play it cool. I slipped up like a total doofus and let him know in no uncertain terms that we were well acquainted. Then he turned, and his blanket slipped down, way down, and…
You know how sometimes you can smell something, or taste something that immediately takes you back to a time or place? Smelling your mom’s famous brownies or catching a whiff of a flower that used to grow in your neighborhood?
Sounds nice, right? Well, the porned-out version of that was getting a glimpse of Sean’s massive man-hood, and how it took me right back to my sophomore year of college.
Back when I’d lost my virginity to him.
“Shania!”
I looked up from where I was seated in the break room to see the big-bellied form of Aaron Stump—Mr. Stump, as he preferred to be called. Though, to be honest, part of me was certain he’d make us refer to him as Emperor Stump of his little pretend-Roman joint if he thought he’d be able to get away with it. “Stump” was a fitting last name for the guy, too. Short and stout and rough all around, he sure as hell fit it.
Anyway, he was furious. Nothing new there—the guy always seemed to find a way to get riled up over one thing or another.
“Aaron,” I said, standing up.
He cocked a thick eyebrow, and I knew right away what it meant.
“I mean, Mr. Stump.”
He pointed to the door he’d entered from. “There a reason why a VIP client hauled ass out of here less than ten minutes into a four-hour Augustus Package?”
What the hell was I supposed to say? That he was a guy I’d slept with before, and I got frazzled at seeing him? That I’d tried to keep my cool but, whoops, his covers slipped and his big dick was…right there? Staring me in the face?
And, of course, the image of his cock flashed back into my mind. I’d have been lying through my teeth if I said there hadn’t been another feeling running through me when I’d laid eyes on it—total, insane arousal.
