Page 47 of For the Lover in You
"Relax, Mila," I instructed, as I removed her socks.
Despite being on her feet for hours, Mila's feet were nice, soft, and didn't smell. Her toes were painted hot pink, and a rose tattoo sat in the middle of her left foot. I deeply rubbed the bottom of her feet, stroking each side of her foot while making sure she was comfortable. Soft moans came from her while her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
"Feels good?" I asked, as she held her head back against the window.
She moaned. "So good."
The louder she moaned, the harder I went. I worked my way from her foot to her thigh, softly rubbing her calf muscles. Her legs were smooth, and no prickly hairs were felt along them. She continued to moan as I alternated rubbing her feet and legs. I inched my way just above her knee, softly massaging the thickness of her thighs. Mila's eyes stayed closed, and she chewed on her lip. I felt myself harden watching her expression change as I massaged her body.
With the way I felt, I wanted to pull Mila on top of me and have her ride me right here. I didn't care about being in the parking lot and someone seeing us. I wanted her, and I wanted her badly, but I knew that moment I got the opportunity to have her body the way that I wanted it would be special and not cramped up in my car. Mila deserved better than that. Plus, I didn't know where her head was when it came to being with another man, so instead, I checked myself. I removed my hands from her body and paused. She opened one eye at a time and looked at me. I smiled.
"Feel better?"
She nodded. "Um...yeah sure."
"Good, glad I could help."
She looked at me strangely before removing her feet from my lap. She slid her shoes on and opened the door.
"Thanks for the ride and the foot massage, Trey."
I nodded. "Anytime."
Mila looked at me again before she jumped out of the car and sped off upstairs. I waited as she ran up the stairs before I pulled out my phone and sent Vance a text.
Twelve
Mila
Imoaned as the lady put the hot towel on my face to get rid of the scrub she had just applied. Trina, Chasity, and I had booked the three treatment spas from Groupon, and I was feeling light as a feather. The facial was the last part of the three treatments. When we arrived at the spa, Chasity grilled me about last night with Tremaine. For both treatments, just keep pressing the issue. So, I told them what happened on our way to the facial part of the treatment.
"Girl, are you insane? I would've invited that man upstairs so fast. How long has it been?" Trina asked.
Both crucified me for not taking it a step further with him. However, I froze. I hadn't been with another man since Kyle. I didn't even know if I could please Tremaine in that way. Plus, I couldn't help but feel as if he wanted to add me to his roster, and right now, I wasn't trying to be anyone's fuck toy, but the ladies felt like I needed someone to give me some dick to take the stress away.
"Chas, stop giving me a hard time. I can't help that I froze up like that," I defended.
"I'm not, but I mean, this man was massaging your stinky, sweaty feet, and you thought he only just wanted to fuck. Trey is feeling you, Mila," Chasity added.
"I agree. Ain't no man out here rubbing feet because he wants some ass. Especially a man like Trey, who can have any woman he wants," Tina chimed in.
I sighed. "Y'all don't get it. Trey is my boss. He knows my baggage, and he's seeing me at my worst. That man is not interested in anything but dropping dick off in me and acting like nothing happens."
"If you say so, but even if that is the case, let him break you off with some dick. You need it," Chasity insisted.
Trina laughed. "I swear, a dick a day keeps the stress away."
The two of them laughed, and even though I tried my hardest not to, I couldn't contain my laugh. I could only imagine what the massage therapists were thinking about our conversation, but we didn't care. It was girl talk, and I needed it. After five minutes, we're headed to the locker rooms to change back into our clothes. My stomach growled as I thought about all the food that I planned to eat at whichever restaurant we decided on.
"Mila, can I ask you a question?" Trina asked.
I slid my shirt over my head and looked over at her. "What's up?"
"If... and if Trey was feeling you, would you not want to see what becomes of it? I mean, everybody ain't Kyle."
Chasity scoffed. "Ain't nobody like his ass."
I shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, Trey is a great guy, but again, I wouldn't want to ruin a great guy with all the shit I've got going on. Plus, I don't even think he sees me in that way."
