Page 3 of Wrong Idea

“Oh. Umm, did you and Kelsie switch?” she asked, and I blinked. My brain tried to process her question, all while not over frying itself from the gorgeous sight she made.Kelsie is one of the massage therapists,I remembered quickly and cleared my throat.

“She had an emergency. I’m taking over.” The words slipped past my lips, and there was no way I could take them back.Not one way at all!What the hell do you think you’re doing?a voice shouted in my head as it waved red flags. I should get out. Leave and run down to my office and forget that such a creature existed.

She had distraction written all over her. That was the last thing I needed.

“Oh, is she okay?” that sweet voice rang, and I swallowed hard. I couldn’t believe how staring at a woman could make me feel so unhinged and alive all at the same time.

“Yeah,” I croaked out, “She’s peachy. I’ll step out and let you change,” I suggested.Okay, good! Get out and head to your office. We don’t date! And we’re not a massage therapist!

“You don’t have to,” she said, and when she stepped forward, it was like my feet were nailed to the ground. The gorgeous woman reached for my wrist, and my nose flared as zips of electricity rushed up and down my body.All from a simple touch.

“I don’t?” My voice cracked like a pubescent teenage boy.

“Maybe just turn around?”Turn around? What the hell!The temptation was too damn big. It was like my head was yelling at me to leave, rush out of there and get ack to work, but my heart and body said the opposite. Maybe it was my fault? It’d been a while since I’d gotten laid.

“I can step out and?—“

“If you do, I might not do this,” she whispered. I stilled. It was almost like I could feel the nervous energy radiating off her.

“Why?” I leaned in just a little closer, completely captivated by her.

“I’ve never been, umm, nude in front of anyone, and I didn’t realize how nerve wrecking this could get.”

“You’ve…” My eyes roamed up and down her body. “Never…” I couldn’t get the rest of the words out. Her face was a bright shade of pink.Did that mean she was a virgin? How could someone so beautiful be untouched?

“I mean, my doctor, but who hasn’t, right?” she cracked a joke, but I could see it in her eyes. The nervousness and tension.

“Breathe,” I found myself ordering, captivated by the way her eyes widened. But she did as I told her. “Good girl,” I praised. That bloom on her face brightened. I tangled our fingers together, loving the way her small delicate hand fit in mine.Something inside of me suddenly wanted to hear her call me something else than my name.

“You want a massage?” I asked, and she nodded.

I had no idea what the hell I was doing. I’d never given or received a massage. People went to school for this, for fuck’s sake.How hard can it be?a little voice chimed in.She’s gorgeous. You give her a little rubdown and that will be it,it whispered.You know you want to spend more time with her. Maybe give her some much-needed relief. She won’t know the difference!

“Okay,” I nodded, letting go of her hand. “Underdress and get under the sheet,” I ordered. “I’ll turn around; you’ll just let me know when you’re under the sheet and ready to go.”

“Okay.” She smiled almost gratefully up at me. “Thank you,” she added. Like a bastard, I turned around, letting her believe this was normal. Professional. Almost like I was doing her the favor. I was a dick. There was nothing professional about the shit running through my mind.

My heart felt like it was about to pound out of my chest as I stared down at my shoes. When my head rose, my eyes widened when I realized I was standing in front of a mirror. One that was directly in front of my beautiful girl.

My beautiful girl?She wasn’t mine.

I shook the thought away, but I couldn’t tear my eyes from the mirror. It was like they were glued there. Something about the beautiful little pixie called me like no one ever had before. The reflection of her standing behind me, her dainty little hands reaching for the hem of her shirt before she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her back and the strap of a lacy bra. I swallowed hard and tried to come up with baseball stats, anything to calm my dick that was suddenly coming to life.

The back of my teeth mashed together as my hands fisted at my sides. I breathed deeply and tried to get a hold of myself, but fuck, it was hard. I was hard all fucking over. I couldn’t tear my gaze off her reflection. Especially not when she reached behindher and took her bra off. She folded that and her shirt, setting it on a chair next to the massage table. When she stepped out of her jeans, her plump ass cheeks bounced so beautifully my palm itched to smack them just to see them dance for me one more time.Spank?I’d never wanted to do anything like that. I forced my eyes down to the ground and kept them there. I heard her move around the room and closer to the table.

“Should I be face up or down?” her sweet-as-honey voice asked, and my brain went blank. It was an easy question.

“Down,” I replied, not sure why. She moved, her feet shuffled around, and then the table shifted as she settled her pretty, little body on top. My Adam’s apple bobbed as my dick strained against my slacks.

What the hell was wrong with me? When was the last time I’d ever had this kind of reaction towards a woman? Never. Not once.

Sure, I’d had my share when I was younger. Dating had never been tough. I wasn’t conceded; I just knew I wasn’t a bad-looking guy. But nothing had ever stuck. Not with how work and making our hotels what they were today had always been my priority.

When she told me she was ready, I turned and blinked.How the hell did I find myself in this situation?

There, on the massage table, lay the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Someone I most definitely hadn’t planned on and didn’t need at that moment. My eyes drifted from her and towards the door. I could walk out and pretend I’d never seen her.

Go back to living my life without knowing such beauty existed.

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