Page 6 of His Curvy Temptation

“Yeah.”

I begin to say more but I have to stop myself, because she begins spreading warm oil down my back, her small hands surprisingly strong as they knead away the tension.

“Let me know if you want it harder.”

She’s got to be fucking with me now, right? Surely she’s making innuendo on purpose.

No. She’s not. She’s just doing her job, and despite my best intentions I’m still managing to be a huge perv inside of my own head. Can you blame me though? I’m naked and a hot woman is rubbing my body down with oil.

Normally I drift off to sleep during a massage but with Andy, I’m wide awake. Her hands on my skin feel like hot coals, intense and impossible to ignore, impossible to drift to sleep while they’re on me. But even though I’m not falling asleep like I usually would, I still manage to forget about work, about the spreadsheets and proposals that wait for me on my desk, about the deals I’m trying to close and the people I need to meet for dinner tonight.

Everything goes away except for Andy and her touch.

I’ve never been able to do this before, not with anyone else. Is it lust? Sure, I’m drawn to Andy in a sexual way that I can’t deny, but lust doesn’t normally make me forget about everything else.

There’s something about her that must be different.

Or maybe you just need to get laid really badly.

The time slips away from me. Except to occasionally ask me about the pressure (“Do you want it harder?”) or to reposition my arms, she doesn’t speak to me. It’s all quiet, and I focus on her smell, the light, barely there scent of vanilla and rose.

When the massage is over, I can’t seem to squash the disappointed feeling still lingering in the pit of my stomach.

Angel Spa would hire a replacement for Deepti, and then what?

I wouldn't see her again.

Would I even see her next week?

I nearly ask her the question as we walk to the elevator. I notice with deepening disappointment that Andy’s shirt has completely dried, no longer acting as a see-through veil between my eyes and her bra.

When the elevator opens, she glances back at me nervously.

“You won’t tell my boss…?” she asks. “About, you know. Before.”

I want to laugh. Her eyes are wide and she looks like she’s ready to jump back and away from me. Does she really find me that intimidating? Or maybe she’s just afraid of losing her job. I frown. Is Nick a scary guy? Maybe the idea of being chewed out by the owner is what has her looking so concerned.

“Your secret is safe with me,” I say, bowing my head a little.

She nods, hovers for a moment as though she’s waiting for something…then rushes into the elevator.

The doors close behind her and I wonder if I’m ever going to see her again. And then I realize that Andy had me so distracted that I forgot to give her the customary cash tip.

She must think I’m the cheapest rich guy in the world.

3

Andy

“What. The. Fuck.”

“Why are you so angry?”

“Shall I count the reasons? You quit the Angel Spa without giving notice, first of all-"

“I did give my notice, Nick said I had to-"

“And then!” I continue, talking over Deepti. “I have to cover your travel client who is…who is…”

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