Page 53 of Coincidentally Kismet

Is it better to wait on the couch and take a second to answer the door, or should I be prepared to open it at the first knock? Why am I so nervous? I run around making sure everything looks good, double-checking the bathroom to ensure it’s clean and Amy didn’t leave anything lying around. I smell myself and make sure my nerves are properly masked by my deodorant and cologne.

A soft knock sounds at the door, causing my pulse to ratchet up another notch. I’m going to have a goddamn heart attack if I don’t chill the fuck out. I take a deep breath, pumping oxygen into my lungs, and open the door. The sight of Cam nearly knocks me on my ass. She’s so gorgeous I choke on the words as I greet her.

“H-h-hi,” I say. I’m blocking the doorway, holding on to the doorframe so I don’t crumble to the floor. She’s stunningly beautiful after a long day of work.

“Hey, you gonna let me in?” she asks, one side of her mouth shifting up in an adorable lopsided grin. I scoot to the side slightly, sweeping my arm as I welcome her in.

Cam is wearing a black overall-style dress that cuts off an inch or two below the swell of her backside. She has on a black short-sleeved T-shirt that is skintight and sheer black leggings with black combat boots. My eyes shamelessly sweep over her whole ensemble before meeting her gaze. Her body is fully on display and yet covered completely in the weirdest mind trick I’ve ever experienced.

“Sorry, I didn’t have time to go home and change,” she says, almost self-consciously as she slips out of her boots.

“You wore that to work?” I choke out.

Hello dear friend, jealousy. Nice to see ya again.I don’t want her to look this good for other people, especially not when she has to get so close to them, touching them, running her fingers through their hair.

“Umm, yeah. We wear black so none of the stains show when we make a mess coloring someone’s hair,” she explains.

“I guess that makes sense, it’s just...you look gorgeous. Clients are going to line up to sit in your chair,” I say, masking my insecurity, hopefully.

A husky laugh bellows out from her. She raises an eyebrow and says, “Oh please, like you don’t have women lined up when you’re in uniform?”

“Not really, come here.” I grab her hand and pull her into a hug, molding her tightly against my body. A thought about not wanting to ever let her go flashes in my mind, and I force a deep breath so I don’t blurt it out.Reality. I have to maintain a sense of reality about where this is going.

We stand there for a few minutes, simply holding on to each other. It feels like this is where I’m meant to be, wrapped around her after we both finish work for the day. Is it hot in here?

Peeking up at me from under her lashes as she gently releases her hold, she asks, “Sooo, what are we gonna do?”

“Well, I thought we could start with a shoulder rub and a foot soak, since you said your feet hurt so bad.” She walks past me, out of the entryway and into the open-concept apartment.

“Oh my gosh, shut up. Did you set up a tent and twinkle lights for me?” She grabs my hand and bounces up and down in excitement.

“Amy will be glad to know she was right about you liking that, but yeah. So we can watch a movie after you relax.” I can feel my cheeks heat in self-consciousness. I’m relieved Cam likes it, but also I feel a little vulnerable putting myself out there like this.

“Seriously, this is perfect. I’ve been wanting to set something like this up forever, but how lame to make a movie bed for a party of one,” she crows.Thank you, Amy!

I lead her to the kitchen and open a bottle of rosé, pouring her a glass and grabbing myself a beer.

“Are you ready to relax?” I ask with a bit of seduction in my voice that came out of nowhere.

A husky laugh and another raise of her eyebrow compliments her slow nod. I motion for her to put her feet in a heated pedicure footbath that I set up next to the kitchen peninsula as I bend down to hit the button that makes it bubble.

“Umm, I-I have on tights, Rambo. Slow your roll,” she stutters out.

“Oh, um, okay . . . we can skip the footbath.”

“No...I just need to take them off. Do you mind turning around?” she asks, her cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink.

I turn around and face the textured white apartment wall. It’s not like I haven’t seen her in all her glory before, but if she wants modesty then that’s what she’ll get. Consent is important!

“All good, you can turn around,” she coos, a small touch of excitement in her voice.

She’s already propped on the stool and lowering her feet gently into the water. I shift behind her, gently sweeping herhair forward so I can properly massage her shoulders. My hands begin in tender movements, kneading and pressing into the knots but being careful not to exert too much pressure.

A low moan rolls softly out of her mouth, and I hesitate for the briefest of seconds. I did not prepare for her soft noises or the proximity. I can feel my growing shaft pressing against the zipper of my jeans offensively.Dammit, I didn’t think this through!

“Is that too hard?” I ask before realizing the way the words sound coming out.

“Last time I checked, there’s no such thing.” Her laughter melds with the sounds of her practically purring.

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