Page 7 of Linc
She takes a breath, like she’s steeling herself for something.
“We… we just come from two totally different walks of life, Linc.”She starts and I notice how she calls me Linc instead of my full name that I prefer, except when it comes out of her mouth.“I mean, you seem to live the fast life and have guards and drive a car worth millions of dollars.I’m a massage therapist who makes her living through tips and has credit card debt and gets parking tickets.I’m not the type of girl who’s into one night stands or wants to be with someone because they are famous.I’m pretty simple and basic.”
I tuck a stray hair behind her ear then place a finger under her chin.
“You are anything but basic or simple.I find you to be the most exquisite woman to ever grace my life.All of this,” I motion around.“It’s nothing to worry about.The moment I saw you I knew I had to talk to you and be in your presence.I don’t care what your background is or if you only eat grilled cheese for all three meals.Don’t say no to something before we’ve even had a chance to become forever.”
I can tell she’s thinking things over and warring with herself.Never in my life have I had to convince a woman to be with me.It’s a humbling experience to say the least.
“Just give it a chance, Everly.”I squeeze her hand then bring it up to my lips.“I promise you won’t regret it.”
There’s a glint in her eyes and I know I’ve won.A small smile twitches on her pink lips and she nods.Not being able to hold off any longer, I lean over the console and capture her lips to mine.She tastes like candy and her lips are as soft as I imagined they would be.Taking one hand, I glide it up to the back of her head at the nape.She lets out a soft moan opening her mouth ever so slightly.I take that moment to slip my tongue in to explore hers.I’ve never been one that enjoys kissing but the more I kiss Everly the more I’m addicted to her lips.
Just when my dick starts to rip through my suit pants and attack her, I pull back and rest my forehead to hers.My eyes slide downward and I watch as her chest heaves to catch her breath.The teenage boy in me cops a look at the best-looking rack I’ve ever seen.Everly is doing things to me and making me feel things that I only hear others speak about.
“I’ll call you later today,” I say looking into her bright hazel eyes.
She nods, biting her bottom lip and it makes me want to jam the car in gear and take her back to my place and never let her go.But I can’t.I need to show her that I’m the one who’s not in her league; I’m not worthy of her but I want to be.
I climb out the car and make my way around to her side.Everly is wobbly getting out of the car as we walk up the concrete path to enter her apartment building.I bite the inside of my cheek as I watch her hips sway left then right as she makes her way inside.
“Goodnight, baby!”I call after her right before the door closes.
I can hear her giggle then say it back.
Man, I’m in trouble.The good kind for once.
Everly
Waking the next morning, I slam my hand down on my alarm clock to stop the alarm blaring.Ugh!Didn’t I just go to bed?My tired eyes finally focus and see that it’s eight fifteen.Why did I have to wake up?I was having the dream of a lifetime about meeting a guy and making out in a car.Wait…
Quickly sitting straight up in bed, I look around the room.It DID happen.A smile graces my exhausted face, thinking about how last night played out.
Lincoln.
My second alarm goes off, this time from my phone, alerting me to get my butt moving or I’ll be late.Begrudgingly, I slip out from the warm comfort of my bed and into the small bathroom of my one-bedroom apartment.The pricing in LA for a place to live is outrageous but to be in a safe area you have to pay for safety.It’s not much but it’s been mine to call home for the last three years.
Saylor, my best friend, lives down the hall in a spacious two-bedroom apartment.Her grandparents were planning to buy her a new home in a gated community up in the hills but she’s been protesting against it.She doesn’t want to be that far away from the clubs, bar and action, as she puts it.Saylor thinks this is our time to shine, be young and free and to sow our wild oats.She also doesn’t work at the spa but owns her own bakery.She’s been open for almost a year and has had such great success so far.She’s truly gifted in creating sweet treats that everyone drools over.
We’ve been best friends since I was ten and she was twelve years old.Our dads were in the Navy together and we lived next door to each other on base.Our friendship was instant from the start and she would always defend me against the older bullies.We tried living together at the beginning but I quickly learned that I needed my own space.Saylor can be on the messy side, after always having had someone to come and clean up after her.Me on the other hand, I’ve always tried to keep myself and living quarters tidy and manageable.
Hopping into the shower, I let the hot water wake my lazy body to be able to function for my half day of work.The thought of Lincoln calling me later has me hurrying through my routine so that my day can start then be over quickly.Once shaved to perfection, I go in search of my work uniform, which usually consists of a tight, thin white blouse along with tight black dress pants that hug you snuggly across every inch of your body.On weekends, like today, we are to wear a pair of tight short black hot pants with black killer heels.It shows off more skin than I prefer but the tips from the men are a nice balance, I guess.
I give myself one last look in the mirror by the door, making sure my hair has the right amount of bounce and curl.Heading down the elevator, I can’t help but check my phone to make sure I’ve got enough battery life to last me throughout the day.
Don’t get your hopes up Everly, he might not call.My cynical self rears its ugly head.
Allure Spa and Wellness is a large two-story modern building in the premiere area of Hollywood Boulevard.Everyone who’s anyone comes here to get pampered.Our clientele list hosts an array of people through all the upper-class socialites from actors, directors to musicians, songwriters to bankers, businessmen and so forth.Our prices are amongst the most expensive but people come from all over just to say they’ve had treatments here.
“Hey girl,” Lisa, our receptionist, greets after I place all my things in my locker in the staff quarters.
“Good morning Lisa, how was your evening?”
“Wonderful, as usual.Frankie and I curled up on the sofa and watched a thriller movie.”She beams when talking about her cat.Everyone here calls her the cat lady but I think she’s just been tainted by too many bad relationships.
“That’s great.How’s the schedule look today?”I ask, coming around the desk to print out my day so that I can keep a copy with me.
“Well,” She pauses for a moment then gasps.“It looks like all four of your clients have been reassigned.”
