bodies during her years of being a massage therapist, and for the most part it was easy to remain indifferent and unaffected, but like Brittany had indicated, this man was unlike the normal executives and businessmen that frequented the hotel's spa.
This man was big and broad and well-defined in all the right places. Unable to resist, she took a moment to appreciate and enjoy the sculpted contours of his naked, muscular body. Starting at his bare feet, her gaze traveled over well-defined calves and up his long, strong legs. From mid-thigh to the base of his spine, he was covered with a towel, but there was no mistaking that he had an ass that was just as rock hard as the rest of him. The slope of his lean, sun-bronzed back led to wide shoulders and sinewy arms that spoke of the kind of power and strength no one would dare mess with.
He was facing the opposite direction, and she took in his thick, roguish long and shaggy hair. Those textured, unruly strands, coupled with that amazing body, stirred an undeniable awareness and familiarity inside her. She walked around the table and confirmed her suspicions when she was met with vivid blue eyes and a positively sinful grin that gave her a thrilling rush of pleasure.
The tempting, fully naked body laying on her massage table was none other than Joel Wilde.
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LORA tipped her head, lifted an inquiring brow, and regarded Joel with an amused smile. "John Smith, I presume?"
He chuckled, the sound as intimate as the blue-eyed gaze traveling down the length of her body. "I wanted to surprise you."
"You definitely accomplished that."
His gaze slowly, gradually returned to her face, making her all too aware of how drab and sensible she looked compared to how he had seen her at her night job at The Electric Blue. Per the spa's rules for female employees, her hair was pulled back into a neat and tidy ponytail, and she had on a white smock, matching cotton pants, and rubber-soled shoes she wore more for comfort than style.
The outfit certainly wasn't something to inspire a man's lust, yet the spark of desire darkening Joel's gaze was as real as it got. And seductive as hell.
She turned away for a moment—to check the heat setting on the massage stones and make sure they were ready, as well as to compose herself and her response to him—before glancing back at Joel. "I don't know if I'm more surprised to see you here, or more surprised to find out that Ashley St. Claire made special arrangements to fit you in at the last minute."
"It's great to have connections," he said, and grinned shamelessly. "I never know when I'll need to pull in a favor, but it comes in handy at times like this."
"Times like this?" she asked as she picked up one of the warmed basalt stones and placed it on his upper left thigh.
"Yeah. Getting-to-know-you time. You're so busy that I figure I ought to take whatever time with you I can get."
She laughed, truly flattered that he'd call in a favor in order to pursue her. "You didn't have to go to this extreme." She added another stone to the middle of his hamstring, one to the back of his knee, and a smaller stone on the center of his calf.
"Yeah, I did." He let out a low, pleasurable groan as the heat of the stones penetrated the corded muscles along his leg. "I wanted to find out for myself just how good those hands of yours really are," he teased.
Despite the cheesy pickup line, her pulse raced a bit faster. The conversation had definitely taken a turn toward the kind of sensual banter they'd indulged in the night before, and while she enjoyed flirting with Joel, she was at work and wanted to keep things on a purely professional level. If that was possible when she was about to touch, caress, and massage nearly every naked inch of the man.
She placed a new set of heated stones down the length of his right leg and turned the discussion back to something less
This man was big and broad and well-defined in all the right places. Unable to resist, she took a moment to appreciate and enjoy the sculpted contours of his naked, muscular body. Starting at his bare feet, her gaze traveled over well-defined calves and up his long, strong legs. From mid-thigh to the base of his spine, he was covered with a towel, but there was no mistaking that he had an ass that was just as rock hard as the rest of him. The slope of his lean, sun-bronzed back led to wide shoulders and sinewy arms that spoke of the kind of power and strength no one would dare mess with.
He was facing the opposite direction, and she took in his thick, roguish long and shaggy hair. Those textured, unruly strands, coupled with that amazing body, stirred an undeniable awareness and familiarity inside her. She walked around the table and confirmed her suspicions when she was met with vivid blue eyes and a positively sinful grin that gave her a thrilling rush of pleasure.
The tempting, fully naked body laying on her massage table was none other than Joel Wilde.
Chapter Four
Previous Top Next
LORA tipped her head, lifted an inquiring brow, and regarded Joel with an amused smile. "John Smith, I presume?"
He chuckled, the sound as intimate as the blue-eyed gaze traveling down the length of her body. "I wanted to surprise you."
"You definitely accomplished that."
His gaze slowly, gradually returned to her face, making her all too aware of how drab and sensible she looked compared to how he had seen her at her night job at The Electric Blue. Per the spa's rules for female employees, her hair was pulled back into a neat and tidy ponytail, and she had on a white smock, matching cotton pants, and rubber-soled shoes she wore more for comfort than style.
The outfit certainly wasn't something to inspire a man's lust, yet the spark of desire darkening Joel's gaze was as real as it got. And seductive as hell.
She turned away for a moment—to check the heat setting on the massage stones and make sure they were ready, as well as to compose herself and her response to him—before glancing back at Joel. "I don't know if I'm more surprised to see you here, or more surprised to find out that Ashley St. Claire made special arrangements to fit you in at the last minute."
"It's great to have connections," he said, and grinned shamelessly. "I never know when I'll need to pull in a favor, but it comes in handy at times like this."
"Times like this?" she asked as she picked up one of the warmed basalt stones and placed it on his upper left thigh.
"Yeah. Getting-to-know-you time. You're so busy that I figure I ought to take whatever time with you I can get."
She laughed, truly flattered that he'd call in a favor in order to pursue her. "You didn't have to go to this extreme." She added another stone to the middle of his hamstring, one to the back of his knee, and a smaller stone on the center of his calf.
"Yeah, I did." He let out a low, pleasurable groan as the heat of the stones penetrated the corded muscles along his leg. "I wanted to find out for myself just how good those hands of yours really are," he teased.
Despite the cheesy pickup line, her pulse raced a bit faster. The conversation had definitely taken a turn toward the kind of sensual banter they'd indulged in the night before, and while she enjoyed flirting with Joel, she was at work and wanted to keep things on a purely professional level. If that was possible when she was about to touch, caress, and massage nearly every naked inch of the man.
She placed a new set of heated stones down the length of his right leg and turned the discussion back to something less
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