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“Only if you call me Dominic.”
Dominic.
The name struck a chord within me as though familiar somehow. I was pretty sure I’d never met anyone named Dominic, but maybe I’d seen his name somewhere. The luxurious digs hinted at the possibility of being someone important enough to be newsworthy.
“You can lie there on your stomach.” I pointed to the massage table and crouched to get the supplies from my sister’s bag. When I had everything in hand, I stood, turned around, and froze.
The handsome client had his naked back to me, about to climb onto the table. While his rounded butt was absolute perfection and worthy of a moment’s appreciation, it was the massive tattoo of a red dragon sprawled across his entire back that stopped me in my tracks.
My heartbeat thumped wildly. I knew that tattoo almost as well as my own face. This wasn’t just some random VIP.
This was the Red Dragon.
Mother of pearl…
Marissa’s client was the Red Dragon? The Red Dragon?
Something clattered to the floor, and Dominic glanced over his shoulder. His gaze took in the dropped bottle at my feet before flicking up to meet my wide-eyed stare.
I recognized those eyes now, though I’d only ever seen them through a mask before today. During the illegal matches, Subliminal fighters wore magical masks to conceal their faces and identities, but many had other noticeable attributes like tattoos that they kept hidden when not in the ring.
But unlike all the other fighters, the Red Dragon never trained at Subliminal between fights. None of the dragons did; their beasts were too recognizable.
Dominic smirked, and I dropped my gaze to the floor, my cheeks growing hot.
Clearly, he had no concerns with me knowing his identity because this client, as in the man standing in front of me, was the most notorious, most lethal fighter ever to grace Subliminal’s ring. He was a man I’d only gotten to watch fight from the shadows years ago, but I’d longed to be a part of that world ever since.
And now, I was about to touch him.
“Er, sorry,” I mumbled and snatched up the dropped bottle.
Thank the tides it was plastic and not glass.
Ugh, when had I become so human?
The bed creaked and the sheets rustled as he got settled, sounds I should have noticed were absent before turning around the first time. Then again, I wasn’t the one studying to become an actual masseuse.
“I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of naked men before in your line of work, no?”
My cheeks grew even hotter, sure to be flaming red by now. While it was most likely true Marissa had seen plenty of naked men doing this job—a thought I didn’t want to pursue further—I didn’t like the unintentional sexual innuendo.
Or maybe it was intended. The Red Dragon was well known for his conquests inside the ring and out, scenarios I’d often dreamed of being included in once upon a time. Until I’d realized he was nothing more than an egotistical, fin-licking barnacle who wouldn’t give an adoring fan the time of day.
Whatever his intention, I chose to consider the question rhetorical. After taking a deep breath, I felt brave enough to lift my gaze again. He was on the bed face down, the top sheet draped over his bottom half.
I rolled my shoulders back, determined to get this over with and back to my real job. Unlike the sixteen-year-old version of myself who’d first laid eyes on Dominic Sato, I knew better than to ogle after playboys like him.
Besides, those toilets wouldn’t clean themselves.
CHAPTER 6
Dominic
There was no denying the woman was beautiful. Almost otherworldly so. Her deep bluish-green eyes spoke of depths to rival the ocean’s, and streaks of red and gold flashed in her dark brown hair as the morning sun caressed each strand.
But it wasn’t the masseuse’s beauty that had captured my interest when I saw her staring out the window. That wasn’t the only thing, at any rate.
No, the calming sensation that washed over me the moment I entered the room was like nothing I’d experienced before. The feeling piqued my interest, enticing me to explore that sensation more.
