Page 29 of Forever with the CEO

He brought his right hand to the back of my neck too. His touch electrified me as he pressed his fingers along the nape. I immediately dropped my own hand, and then he pressed one finger on that same spot.

“Oh,” I murmured, closing my eyes. “You’re so good at this.”

“That’s a trigger point.”

I took in a deep breath. I couldn’t believe how good his touch felt. I wanted more of it. I wanted it everywhere, sore spot or no. This felt...

Oh my God.My eyes flew open.Did I moan, or do I just think I did?

Nick took in a sharp breath.

Holy shit. I did.

I started to cough, hoping it would somehow mask the whole thing. Nick moved his chair back, dropping his hand.

Come up with something smart, Allison. Take his mind off it. Distract, distract, distract!

“How did you learn to do trigger-point massage?” I asked, trying to keep my voice blasé, as if I was genuinely interested in this and not just trying to hide that he’d turned me on by massaging the back of my neck. “I thought you just managed the clubs.”

“Sometimes, when I bring in people to instruct courses for our trainers, I sit in on them too. I like to check the quality of the teachers and learn new techniques.”

“Smart. Well, that really helped. Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” Yet again, his voice sounded different—rougher. “I have an idea. I’ll call Hugo and tell him to see us first thing in the morning.”

“Think he’ll have time?”

“If we go really early, yes.”

I bit the inside of my cheek. “That’s a great idea. Otherwise, I’ll drive myself crazy. Let me just check with Doreen to see if she can take the twins to daycare. She’s had to do it once or twice when I had a meeting out of the office first thing in the morning.”

“Perfect. Now, how about we enjoy the rest of the pizza and the chocolate—in whichever order you want,” he added with a cheeky smile, “and not talk about this any longer.”

“We could try, but I’m not sure.”

“Then let’s make a deal: whenever one of us brings up the topic—”

“Let me guess, the other one does something outrageous?” I asked.

He grinned. “You’ve read my mind. See? This will work out perfectly.”

Chapter Eight

Nick

We were at Hugo’s office at seven thirty the next morning. I’d called him after I left Allison’s place, and he agreed to see us before his first client. He asked me what it was about and was shocked as hell when I told him.

He greeted us at the door. “Allison, Nick. Come on in. Allison, it’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

“Likewise,” she said, shaking his hand. She was wearing a suit again, and my imagination was already running wild.

He invited us to sit down. I’d never actually been here before. It was in a redbrick building downtown. His office was very spacious and lawyerly looking with bookshelves everywhere.

“Coffee?” he offered. “I have an espresso machine now.”

“Let’s get right to it,” I said. “We’re short on time.”

“All right, then.”

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