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“Really? Are you hiring? Because right now, I’m like an alcoholic working in a liquor store, and I don’t know if this is the job for me if you know what I mean.” His eyebrows bounced conspiratorially as another perfectly formed, shirtless man walked past our small group.
This was almost too good to be true. I’d been wracking my brain on how to find employees. I’d even posted some flyers around town but had yet to find someone that would fit. I needed someone that was helpful with both the baking and customer service. Benji would be able to handle customers easily with his outgoing personality and friendly smile. If he could be an extra set of hands in the kitchen, I was sold.
“Actually, I am, let me get your phone number.” Benji ran back to the desk, grabbed his phone and we exchanged numbers.
We kept talking for a few minutes until it was my turn to be led away by my own masseuse. The soft lighting and deep jewel tones of the hallway gave off a relaxing but undeniably sultry vibe. If you’d have told me this place was actually some kind of underground sex club, I would’ve believed it.
My masseuse was just as magnificent as Joel the giant penis-man. I’d decided to call him Tarzan in my head because he had a perfectly tousled mane of blonde hair and I was so awestruck by it I’d missed his name when he introduced himself. Seriously, these guys looked like they’d jumped right off the covers of my romance novels with their perfect bodies and handsome faces.
My own body was on the fluffier side and I was slightly panicked at the thought of only a sheet covering it. I was my number one taste-tester and my stomach would never be flat and toned like theirs.
Tarzan opened a door on our right and stepped back, allowing me to precede him. The room was small but cozy, a deep sapphire blue adorned the walls and it smelled sweetly of citrus and sandalwood. My eyes roamed the room, avoiding the table waiting for me to drop my clothes and haul my naked butt up there.
“I’ll give you a few minutes to disrobe. Please feel free to place your clothing and belongings over there,” he indicated a corner of the room where an empty hanger dangled neatly above a small cabinet. It reminded me of going to the gynecologist and I longed for one of those paper gowns that were completely open in the front.
“Do I, uh, need to take off my underwear?” My face flamed and I twisted my fingers together nervously, I couldn’t look at him. Which was ridiculous considering the lack of clothing adorning his own body. Did he have a loin cloth on under those white pants like the real Tarzan? Nervous laughter bubbled to the surface, causing Tarzan to quirk an eyebrow at me and a smile to spread across his smooth face.
“It’s up to you, though the oil I’ll be using during the massage could stain your clothing.” With that, he swept out of the room, leaving me with nothing to do but undress.
Running to the corner of the room, I began to strip quickly, terrified he would walk back in before I could get on the table and cover up with the sheet. I paused with my thumbs tucked into the side of my panties, debating whether to take them off or not. In the end I decided I didn’t have money to spend on new underwear and I tugged them off and hid them in my folded jeans. It was absurd that I was worried about this man seeing my panties when he was about to get an eyeful of my naked ass.
I hesitated when I saw the round hole at the head of the table, it would be incredibly uncomfortable to have my face pressed in with my glasses still on. Yet, if I took them off, I wouldn’t be able to see anything. I guess my eyes would be closed anyway, right? I placed them gently atop my clothing and felt my way to the table. After climbing on, I lay on my stomach and covered myself with the sheet as best I could.
Anxiety coursed through me. A man had never touched my naked body before. My thoughts drifted to Grayson and what he would think of all this.
A few days had passed since I ran out of his home like my hair was on fire. He’d called and texted but I couldn’t bring myself to pick up the phone, I knew he’d have questions that I couldn’t possibly answer. I’d kept the doors locked when I was inside the bakery, worried that he’d drop in. If he was standing in front of me, I knew I wouldn’t be able to lie to him again.
Even though I was going to great lengths to avoid him, he was constantly on my mind. What if things were different? What if I really were Lily Reynolds, baker with an uncomplicated past. I desperately wished I could be the girl he thought I was.
Steamy dreams had assaulted me every night this week. Dreams where Grayson took me over and over again in every position imaginable. He’d touch me, taste me, fuck me until I woke up gasping for breath with my hand shoved inside my panties, furiously rubbing my clit until I came.
My thighs shifted restlessly on the table and my nipples hardened against the soft sheets. Even though I had no experience with a man in real life, I knew enough about sex to have a vivid imagination.
One of my few indulgences was spicy romance books. I started picking them up in the library to have an escape from my loneliness and I quickly realized how much I loved getting lost in the stories. Last year, I bought a refurbished Kindle, which had become my most prized possession.
Lately, every hero in my books has had Grayson’s face. When their bodies were described, it was his I pictured. If a hero lowered his mouth slowly to the heroine’s, it was Grayson doing the same to me. There was no denying how much I wanted him, even if I couldn’t have him.
A soft knock broke my reverie as Tarzan’s head peeked around the slightly open door. At least I think it was Tarzan. Without my glasses, he was a blob-like floating head. “Ready for me?” he asked.
I nodded my head against the pillow, too nervous to speak. I could hear faint sounds of him moving around the room and cabinets being opened before a warm hand touched my upper back, making me jump.
“Try to relax, I won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with. I’m going to roll the sheet down so I have better access, now.” The soft sheet was slowly pulled down my body and he folded the excess fabric at the base of my spine, just above the swell of my ass. A clicking sound echoed and the next sensation I felt were his slick palms gently rubbing over my skin.
He began working the knots out of my shoulder blades and a moan escaped me.Holy Dolly Parton, that felt amazing.
I had a moment of pure mortification as his hands paused in their movements, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
He chuckled softly and began massaging me again, “It’s perfectly normal. In fact, I consider it a huge compliment when a beautiful woman makes those sounds while I touch her.”
I didn’t know how to respond to his statement and luckily, I didn’t have to. Because in the next moment all hell broke loose.
6
GRAY
Adding another plate to the bar, I shoved it into place harder than necessary. Then I lay down on the bench and began another set. Huffing out breath, I pushed myself harder, hoping that the workout would help me relieve the frustration that had been simmering the last few days.
Ever sincesheran out of my home like I was a serial killer. I’d called every day and texted practically begging her to talk to me but she never answered. I even tucked tail and tried to visit her at the bakery a couple of times but the door was always locked. Lily was making it abundantly clear that she didn’t want to talk to or see me.
