Page 2 of Only for the Moment
Good. God.Putty in his hands, that’s what she was. He could be ninety with one foot in the grave and no teeth, and that Australian accent brushing his words would melt her just the same. Combined with that beautiful body? She couldn’t see the lips that formed the words, but her ovaries didn’t seem to care. Kennedy’s insides swelled with heat, preparing to burst at the next sexily accented sound.
“I think that ‘almost’ is a bit of an exaggeration, isn’t it?”
No no no! Shit!
Kennedy squeezed her eyelids shut. She hadn’t intended to talk, hadn’t intended to stay, even. The risk of a guest witnessing her faux pas was bad enough, but make that a sexy, sensually accented guest? No.
But she’d opened her big mouth now, hadn’t she?
That mouth is always getting you into trouble, Sis.
Vincenthad warned her time and again. Too bad her tongue didn’t listen. It would when she told it not to share this story with him, though. She’d wear a ball gag if she had to, but no way would she give her older brother ammunition for their next sibling squabble.
A chuckle from the table startled her out of her panic. “Too right.” He said it likerye, as if the T was too much trouble to pronounce.“I did drift off a bit. Jet lag’s a bitch.”
Her feet propelled her forward without permission, a sympathetic murmur sounding in her throat. She searched the room, desperate for some way to excuse herself without being seen, some way to disappear without Mr. Aussie realizing his masseuse was actually some strange woman who’d barged her way into the wrong room. Thank God he hadn’t turned his head;the awkward angle over his shoulder would’ve given him the perfect view of her standing at the door, sweaty fingers clutching the fluffy robe she wore—with nothing underneath it.
Nothing underneath it.
A completely absurd need to howl with laughter choked into her throat. Of course she was naked. It wasn’t like he was wearing anything under that sheet either.
Oh God oh God oh God.
The manon the table stirred.
I am so dead. What the hell do I do now?
She reached up to rub her hands over her face, the shock of blazing-hot cheeks slapping her out of her adolescent tizzy. “We’ll get started in one moment,” she murmured. “Let me just check something real quick.”
Just get out of here, Kennedy.
“Check anything you want, love,” the man said drowsily, “as long as I’m on the list.”
There was no missing the flirt in Mr. Aussie’s words, no matter how slurred they were. The sound sparked something inside Kennedy too, something she really needed to ignore: mischief. It had been the bane of her existence and a constant source of amusement for Vince throughout their childhood, and now it stirred in her belly, bringing trouble with it, she knew.
Not this time. She could be a goodgirl. Really.
She shuffled back toward the door.
“Let me make you more comfortable first.”
What? No!
It’s just a little tease. It won’t hurt anything. He’ll never know who you are.
I’ll know, she argued, but her hand was already reaching for the warmer, lifting the lid, pulling out a hot washcloth. She waved the steaming cloth in the air for a few moments, allowing it to cool to a comfortabletemperature, then walked it over to the table. “Here we go. Roll over for me, please? Eyes closed.”
The man obeyed, sighing deeply when the warm cloth settled over his closed eyes. Thank goodness, because Kennedy was sighing as well. Just looking at his gorgeous face made her sigh.
“Nice,” he said.
“Mm.” Kennedy retreated to the tabletop. An enclosed pot waited, the little red light on thefront indicating that the wax inside was warm and ready for use. She lifted the lid to stare at the melted wax, her imp firmly in control now. “We’re just about ready. Shall we start with your waxing? That’ll get you nice and awake for your massage.”
“Waxin’?”
The faint note of apprehension couldn’t mar his lovely accent, but it did push a bubble of laughter up the back of Kennedy’s throat.She closed the warmer and shuffled through the papers on a clipboard sitting nearby. “Right. You asked for the Brazilian, correct? Adventurous man.” Every ounce of appreciation she could scrounge up went into the last two words.
A choked sound came from the table. “A what?”
