Page 73 of Anonymous Acts


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Hadn’t I told myself that being in the same city killed the appeal of it all? Hadn’t I beensogoddamn sure my interest would wane? Hadn’t I been convinced that themysterywas what kept me so enthralled, the suspense of what was behind the curtain, and that once the secret was revealed, the fun would be over?

Yeah.

I had.

But…

I was wrong.

Really,reallyfucking wrong.

I liked seeing her laugh, and smile. I liked having confirmation of what I’d always known – that she was beautiful, in and out. I liked knowing that she reallywasa boss, she didn’t just play one on the internet. I liked…her.

But again, that wasn’t news.

Just confirmation of something I had no idea what to do with.

The buzzing of my cell phone pulled me from my thoughts. As soon as I saw Chloe’s name on the screen, I answered, stepping away from the door so that my voice wouldn’t travel through.

“Open the door for me please,” was the first thing she said, a request that made me frown.

“Huh?”

“I’m at your front door,” she explained. “I didn’t ring the bell in case Monica is still with the masseuse.”

Oh.

I made my way down the stairs to collect her, wondering what she wanted. Once she explained that she just wanted to check in on Monica, I led her up the stairs to the room, where the door was still closed.

“Oh wow,” Chloe commented, glancing at her watch. “They’ve been at it a while, haven’t they? I assumed she’d probably end up wanting a little extra time, but I only booked him for an hour.”

My eyebrows went up. “An hour? He’s been in there with her for nearlytwo.”

Nope.

Before Chloe could stop me, I’d turned the doorknob, only intending to peek in and make sure everything was good, but then I saw – “Motherfucker where are your goddamn clothes?” I growled, wondering why thefuckol’ boy was giving a massage in nothing but his boxers –notthe uniform he’d been wearing when he came to my door.

“Chadwick,please,” Chloe pleaded, grabbing onto my arm as I shoved the door open all the way and started toward the table, intending to take apart the “masseuse” limb by limb. She thought she would stop me, but I just dragged her along.

Monica had sat up on the table, looking sleepy and confused as she tucked the sheet around herself. Ol’ boy looked rightfully terrified as he backed up, hands raised in deference.

“Whoa, man, I’m just doing my job!”

“Like hell you are!” I bellowed, scowling at Chloe when she managed to put herself between us.

“Chadwick,stop. It’s part of the massage! Just a gimmick, and you areruiningMonica’s rest and relaxation. Collect yourself!”

My eyes bugged out. “Collect myself?Collectmyself?! This motherfucker is in his boxers inmyhouse, and you want me to collectmyself? You’re about to be collecting pieces of—”

“Wick!”

Monica’s voice cut through my anger, and I turned to where she was perched on the massage table, wrapped in nothing but that sheet.

“He’s not going to be giving me a happy ending, if that’s what you’re all fired up about,” she said, her tone half-annoyed, half-amused. “It’sjusta massage.”

“Just so we’re clear though,” Chloe interjected, still standing between me and the masseuse. “Happy endingsareincluded in the package I booked for you, so if you want him to do that, he can dear, just tell him you want to add it.”

“Chloe!” Monica scolded, barely stifling a laugh while I was standing here seeing red. “Will you stop teasing him, and get him out of here?”

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