Page 58 of Reckless Encounters

How’s Parker?

Me

Confusing AF

Sloan

Why??

Me

I told him I tweaked my back at dance last night and he just called to let me know he has his personal masseuse setting up an in-home massage for me tonight.

Quinn

Aw but that’s really sweet.

Me

Exactly!!! All kinds of mixed signals are being sent at this point.

Sloan

First off, enjoy the massage, sounds like you need it. Second off, if he keeps sending you mixed signals, I think you should talk to him.

Sloan

If it’s too much you know you can stay with Wes and me.

Quinn

Yes, and as much as I want to hear about you two giving in and banging again, you know you’re always welcome to go stay over at our place. We’re rarely there, so you are welcome there with plenty of privacy.

Me

Thank you both. But full transparency, I don’t want to leave. We have finally broken new ground as friends and it’s not his fault I’m a horny slut attracted to a man with more baggage than JFK.

Fifteen

When I say Parker lets nothing go, that means the second I mentioned my aching body to him last night, he was already making a plan to have a masseuse meet me at his place the next day.

Stepping out of the elevator doors, I’m greeted by a tall, handsome man, and I should be excited. Instead, I’m wishful thinking of ulterior motives and Parker being the one standing here waiting on me.

The massage therapist, Bennett, allows me privacy to undress and settle onto the table in the living room area. And when his hands start caressing my neck and back, I can’t help but want them to be different hands leading to tattooed forearms. His smell all around us in his home.

Eventually, I relax into a daze-like state because, while his hands might not be the ones I’m dreaming of, they are an absolute expert in relaxation and soothing.

When Bennett rubs my back gently, letting me know he is finished, I feel the drool on the corner of my mouth from dozing off.

“Miss Ava, you are all set. Can I grab you a cold-water bottle from the refrigerator?”

“Bennett, you can head out. I’ll grab her one.”

Parker’s voice has my head snapping up to attention.

He’s sitting in a chair over in the corner of the room, his ankle resting on his knee, reminding me of our last time at Masqued. His stormy eyes meet mine, and a zing of electricity sparks to life between us.

How long has he been there watching? And why the fuck does that turn me on so much?

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