Page 5 of His Curvy Temptation

I hold up a hand.

“It’s fine,” I say. “My receptionist should have given you better directions. She probably didn’t realize you wouldn’t know where the relaxation room is.”

“The relaxation room?” she asks.

I lean forward and take the heavy folding table from her grip. She smells like vanilla and cinnamon, literally mouth watering, like the way a bakery might smell. Between this and the way her eyelashes seem to flutter when I come close to take the table, I can’t help it; my cock stirs awake like it’s been summoned.

“I’ll show you,” I say, glancing at the name tag above her breast. “Follow me…Andy.”

I lead her across my office to a door to the right. Inside the relaxation room, I lean the travel table against the wall.

“They should have told you,” I say, gesturing to the full sized massage table in the middle of the room. “I had my own table set up here for these appointments. So you didn’t need to drag that thing across town.”

“Of course,” she groans.

“Didn’t Deepti leave you some notes?” I ask with a frown.

“No. That’s…Deepti didn’t have a lot of time to prepare us before she left,” she says, looking around the room. “It’s a long story. She’s no longer with Angel Spa, though, so I’m your substitute for now.”

“Just a substitute?” I ask before I can stop myself. “Just for today?”

“Or until we find a replacement,” she says with a professional smile. “It shouldn’t take very long. But don’t worry; we will make sure you don’t experience any interruption to your routine. We can still honor your standing weekly appointments.”

I push back the disappointment in my stomach over this news. It’s stupid; a woman like this undoubtedly has a boyfriend who would like to kick my ass if he knew what was racing through my mind right now. And aside from that, it’s probably a huge breach of policy for the therapists to accept dates from their clients.

Not that this would normally stop me. But Nick, the owner of the place, is an old business partner and I’d rather not mix business with pleasure when possible.

Still, he’s making it pretty fucking hard for me to do that when he sends over a goddess like this. It’s practically a taunt.

“So,” Andy says with a shy smile. “Go ahead and undress to your comfort level and lay down beneath the sheet. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”

Undress to my comfort level. Shit, I’ll undress all the way down to nude. And I don’t need to cover up with a sheet, either.

I tell myself to behave, though. Again - no mixing business with pleasure, right? Still, as I remove my clothes and settle onto the table, I’m already mentally planning what I’d like to do to her. If she were anyone else, showed up to my office soaking wet with those curves barely concealed behind see through clothes, I’d have her bent over my desk by now, taking her from behind while her screams of pleasure echoed through my office.

Fuck.

Andy opens the door slowly.

“Ready?” she asks.

I mumble an affirmative reply, my face in the little hole of the headrest. All I can see is her shadow and then her feet as she walks around, getting things ready. She turns off the light, using the little warm lamp in the corner for light.

“Is there anything specific you’d like for me to work on today?” she asks.

Yeah. My cock.

“Shoulders,” I mutter through clenched teeth. I nearly flinch when her hand makes contact with my right shoulder, kneading the spot between my shoulder blade and my neck.

“Wow. You’re pretty tense,” she says.

“You have no idea,” I mutter.

“Sorry?”

“I said yeah, you’re right,” I say.

“Computer work?”

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