Page 45 of Malliko
Taking off the sporty zip down sweater that I was wearing left me in a gray t-shirt. “Good. First of all, I’m not surprised he wants to be with you at all.”
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
I ignored her comment and focused on why I had come. “Tonight, I’m going to help you move past your insecurity that a man won’t find you attractive when you’re naked. I’m going to make you feel comfortable with the touch of a man.”
Opening her mouth, she stared at me and then she closed her mouth again.
“Where’s your bedroom?” I asked.
Clara turned her head and looked to the door behind us.
“Let’s do it in here then,” I said and walked in that direction.
Clara followed me but her complexion seemed a little pale and she was shy compared to how I knew her from work.
“Do you have any music in here? Preferably something calming that you like to listen to.”
“I could probably find a playlist with some sexy music,” she suggested without looking me in the eye.
That’s when it hit me that she was nervous that I wanted to have sex with her.
“Whatever you can find is fine. All I’m going to do is give you a nice calming massage.”
Clara lifted her gaze to meet my eyes. “A massage?”
I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I heard a bit of disappointment in her tone.
“Yes, a massage. It’s been too long since you were physical with a man, and you’re scared for the wrong reasons. I’m going to touch you and enjoy your beautiful curves like any man would.”
Clara shifted her balance. “Okay, so all you want to do is massage me?”
“Yes.”
Her glance went to the floor for a second and then she looked up at me. “What do you want me to do?”
From the bag in my hand, I pulled out three things that I’d bought on the way over. A scented candle, a lighter, and some massage oil.
Putting on the music, Clara looked nervous when she removed her shirt and held it against her body. “Should I keep my underwear on at least?”
“If you want to. Have you ever had a massage before?”
“Yes. I had some issues with my neck a few years back.”
“Good, then just think of it as a professional massage where I help you with your neck.”
“Right.” With the music playing softly in the background, Clara put down the shirt. I tried not to look at her, but in my peripheral view, I saw the way her breast jiggled a little when she shimmied out of her tight jeans.
Her bed sheets were white, contrasting the dusty royal blue fabric of the headboard. Except for the bed and the closet, there wasn’t much else in the bedroom than a nightstand with a lamp and some books on it.
Lighting the candle, I placed it on the nightstand and turned on the small lamp. Walking to the door, I turned the ceiling lamp off, which left the room with cozy and dimmed lighting.
Standing in her underwear, Clara looked at me. But instead of meeting my eyes, her gaze was on my shoulder as if she was too embarrassed to see my reaction to her black lace bra and panties.
“You’re a vision of the stars,” I said and meant every word.
She didn’t seem to take it in but looked to the side. “Should I lie on my stomach or back?”
“Your stomach,” I instructed and went over to pour massage oil into my hands. “You ready?”
