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Man, I had a great job. Days like this didn’t even feel like working.
“I can rub it in myself.” She scrubbed at the line down the center of her face with her hands, rubbing the cream into her palms and swooping it across her cheeks and chin.
I couldn’t see her face anymore, but I’d bet it was the same color as her hair. I wanted to make her mad again, so she’d turn around to yell and I could see.
But I’d teased her enough already. Gia was laughing, a deep husky laugh that bounced off the privacy fence surrounding the cabanas, while Kara and Helena hid their smiles behind their beverages, the tiny umbrellas masking their laughter at Maisy’s expense.
“At least let me get the part you can’t reach.” I wanted to touch every part of her, had even said I would leave no skin uncovered, but I knew when to take my small wins. “Let me get your back. Can you hold your hair up?”
“Of course I can hold my hair up,” she muttered, still facing forward. She reached up, twisted her hair into a thick rope and piled it on top of her head, holding it there with two hands. “Do any of you have a hair tie I can use?”
I waited while the other three took turns checking bags and under towels, but all three murmured negatives. Four long-haired women at the pool and not a single hair tie between them. Huh.
“I guess you’ll have to hold it up for me, Maisy. Don’t worry, I’ll be quick.”
Quick, my ass.
With the way her skin shivered and her arms trembled when my hands touched her flesh, I knew it was going to be the slowest damn sunscreen application of my life. I would rub it in slowly, stroking my hands across her neck and back until not a smear of lotion remained and she damn sure would remember what my touch felt like.
And no hair ties?
I knew for a fact there was a strip of black around both Helena and Kara’s wrists, and Gia probably had four or five of them in her beach bag. Probably more than one hair brush too. They knew it would be more erotic if Maisy had to hold herself like that while I touched her.
They knew, and they wanted her to have that experience.
Maisy had good friends.
I took my sweet time, letting my fingertips brush across her neck, smiling to myself at the telltale wobble of her elbows as she struggled to keep from moving her arms.
I was just finishing her shoulders and contemplating how far down her back I could get before she stopped me when a familiar voice cut through.
“I’ll be next on your list, Malachi.” A raspy laugh trying way too hard to be a feminine giggle travelled down my spine, and I fought a shudder.
Widow Milton.
I pulled my hands away from Maisy out of habit, like I got busted doing something naughty. I mean, in a way I did. Lotion application wasn’t exactly on the poolside menu. It was a service I offered only toone.
“Hello, Miss Milton. You’re at the pool early today.” I fought to keep my voice low and pleasant.
My customer service voice.
I had pages of information in the book about Widow Milton, and this was definitely the earliest she’d arrived at the pool. Normally, she spent the evening hours throwing around her dead husband’s money and boozing so hard she spent the morning sleeping off a hangover. Then when she came down to the water it was always in a private cabana where she could harass cabana hosts into doing whatever she wanted, sneaking unsolicited touches whenever she could.
She was notorious around these parts.
She pinched any bit of flesh she could grab if you walked by too closely. I knew from experience, and she’d been on my nuts since forever. Lois Milton was someone who had nothing but time on her hands, and she spent a lot of it vacationing on Ember Island.
Most importantly, I did not want to touch her.
I didn’t want to service her at all, but at Ember Resort we have a customer service code. As in, if the money’s good the answer is never “no.” You just have to get creative with how you satisfy the guest.
Maisy lowered her arms and let her hair fall against her back with a swish, a silent notification that the rub down was finished.
No.
I didn’t want to be done.
I wanted to see her outside of work, when I didn’t have to be at the beck and call of people like Miss Milton, and she could have my undivided attention. Where I could haveherundivided attention.
