“I’d love to. Where do you want to go?” Alexa asked.
“How does the Seaport District sound?”
It was a booming area in town with a variety of different restaurants to choose from.
“Perfect. I love it down there.”
“Me, too. I’ll pick you up at seven, and we can take a cab or black car service over there.” The thought of a proper date with Alexa, a night all to ourselves with no meddling family or best friends, excited me.
The time to work on her hips arrived. When she rolled onto her back, I wouldn’t lie and say I didn’t peek, because I did. This was the gorgeous woman I wanted stripped bare and in my bed. So when I could sneak even a glimpse of her breasts, I took it.
I ran my hand down Alexa’s long right leg. On my way up, I moved the sheet with me, tucking it right up in the apex of her thighs. Black thong.
I worked the area as best I could. All the while, I wanted to move my hand a few inches to brush my thumb over her clit. I imagined it throbbing, aching for my touch. Alexa’s eyes were shut tight. She was biting her lower lip, and I smelled her arousal. My cock, which had been hard since I first saw her in the lobby, was painfully stiff now.
“Lex, hun, I don’t know if I can keep doing this.” My voice was low so, God forbid, no one walking by could hear me. “You’re so beautiful. All I want to do right now is kiss every inch of you, to taste you.”
“Mmmmmm.”
Her whimpers only made my hard-on worse, and my resolve crashed and burned around me. I took a few steps back, putting distance between us. As soon as I did, Alexa lifted her head to look at me.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come today. I’ll find another therapist.” She looked away from me. “The last thing I want to do is make this hard for you to stay true to your professionalism.” Her face flushed with embarrassment as she stared up at the ceiling.
“No, no, no.” I rushed over to the table, lifted her chin with my finger, and looked into her ocean blue eyes. They were so full of doubt that it shook me to my core. “Lex, the only thing you should be sorry about is that you’re so breathtakingly beautiful that I can’t control myself around you. I’ve been fighting this since the first time I saw you in the Zen room. And now that I’ve felt your lips on mine, know what your skin tastes like, I want more. I want it now.” I fused our mouths, driving my point home.
“Maybe I should just get dressed and go. I feel better, so there’s no need to continue. And I’ll see you tonight, right?” The doubt in her voice was evident.
“Of course. I can’t wait to take you out. Have you all to myself.” I gave her another little peck and walked out to let her put on her robe.
Chapter Sixteen
Alexa
I threw my robe on and stepped out of the treatment room. Luke was leaning against the wall across from me staring down like all our answers were buried under the flooring. His head popped up when he heard the door open, and he gifted me the most adorably shy smile. Just like he did every other time he massaged me, he handed me a glass of water.
“How are you feeling?" He stuck to normal protocol, and acted like we didn’t just experience the most sexually intense forty-five minutes that didn’t involve actual sex.
“I feel good, thank you.” I wasn’t sure what to make of what just happened in there, but if he was going to smile and carry on like normal, then I was, too.
“Great to see you again. Have a nice rest of your day.”
We were closer to the Zen room with employees and clients walking the halls, so generic Luke was out in full force. I hated it. His voice seemed sterile and emotionless, as if I was just like everyone else. But I needed to get over it. It had to be this way, at least for another week. I could not get all clingy girl on him.
“You, too.” Without a second glance, I headed to the locker room to fight with the fucking locker again.
*****
“Addie, are you home?” I screamed as soon as I walked into the house. I needed her help with an outfit for my date. We also needed to brainstorm my gown for the Gala. But first, the date.
“Up here! What’s got your panties on fire?”
I rounded the corner to her room as she screamed back.
“Luke will be here in a few hours for our first official date. I have no idea what to wear.” How was it I could dress everyone else but myself. I was forever thankful Addison knew how to dress me best, and she slept down the hall from me.
“Calm your tits. Where are you going?”
“Seaport Area. Not sure on the restaurant yet.”
“Wear your Seven jeans, a white tee, and throw on your black leather moto jacket. Your Michael Kors platforms with the gold accent. BAM.” Addison reminded me of Barry from the movie City Slickers. “Scoop of vanilla, scoop of chocolate. Don’t waste my time.” She seriously knew the right outfit for every event.
“All right, smarty pants, what about my hair? Up or down?”
“Down with beachy, sexy waves. I’ll do it for you.” I seriously had the best friend in the world. “How was your massage? Get a happy ending?”
“I wish! The sexual tension was enough to choke a horse. He worked on my hips, and I was crawling out of my skin. I wanted to shift over so bad, so he would work over my pussy.” I really wanted to explode. My body was wound so damn tight.
“Yikes. That sounds torturous. Go shower and take care of business.” Addison winked before turning around to her computer, thus ending our conversation.
I wanted to say, “Been there, done that,” but I kept it to myself.
I slipped into the shower to wash off the oil Luke applied, and closed my eyes, remembering his touch. As much as I needed a release, I didn’t take care of my problem. I just dreamt that after dinner, Luke would want dessert in the form of my earth shattering orgasm.
*****
Addison was spot on with her ensemble choice for the evening. I looked and felt amazing, ready to take on the sexy as hell man. Butterflies took up residence in my stomach, as the clock got closer to seven. I had nothing to worry about, but the winged creatures didn’t get the memo. Luke texted he was headed over in a few, so Addison and I sat around the kitchen, trying to calm my nerves with a splash of Chardonnay. While we waited for the doorbell to ring, I filled Addison in about the gala.
“So, it’s at the Westin at Copley Place. Elegance is priority number one,” I said.
“Of course. What color are you thinking?”
I could see the wheels were already turning in her head on where we could find the perfect dress.
“I have no idea. Yesterday, I helped Kim and Lisa pick out purple and red dresses. So I know I don’t want to do those colors.”
“Okay. Let me think on this while you’re out. We can maybe go shopping tomorrow in the afternoon.”
Right at seven o’clock, the doorbell rang. Addison jumped off her chair and ran from the room before my feet were on the ground. She had the advantage of sweats and socks compared to my tight jeans and almost five-inch heels. I reached down and snagged my leather jacket off the couch as I made my way to the foyer.
“Well, hello there, Luke. I was wondering… what are your intentions toward my baby girl? Her curfew is eleven o’clock. I have a shovel and a big backyard. No one will miss you.” Addison was going to make a great dad someday.
“Addie, seriously? Leave him alone.” Luke just stared at Addison, trying to figure out if she was serious or joking. “Don’t worry, Luke, we don’t have a backyard. You’re safe.”
He let out an exaggerated breath and gave Addison a hug hello.
“Addison, I have the best of intentions. I promise I won’t knock her up tonight,” Luke said, taking a step closer to me and wrapping his arm around my waist.