The woman kneeling at her feet poured oil into the palm of her hand before rubbing it into Alyssa’s foot and then working her way up Alyssa’s calf and midway up her thigh. Another woman sat at Alyssa’s right, working oil into Alyssa’s hand and arm with sure, firm strokes.
Alyssa’s eyes were closed, her expression one of relaxed bliss. Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth soft, her body languid. He swallowed hard, feeling like he’d stepped through a time warp into a secret harem, where Alyssa was being stroked and oiled, ready to be delivered for his pleasure.
He watched, mesmerized as the woman at her feet moved to the other leg. His palms itched at the remembered feel of her skin under his hands. Smooth, hot, silky soft. He wanted to banish the women from the room and put himself in their place. Kneel at her feet. Stroke his way up her thighs and part her legs wider. Dip his head down. He licked his lips. He’d been so wild that night, so focused on getting inside her before he lost control, he hadn’t had a chance to taste her pussy. Now his mouth watered for it, his body throbbed with the need to do all the things he hadn’t had a chance to do in their one brief, mind-blowing encounter.
“You really shouldn’t be back here.”
Derek whipped his head around at the scolding voice and started at the sight that greeted him. Andy stood at his left shoulder, dressed in a thick, white spa robe. Her dark hair was skinned back from her face by a headband, and her mouth was pursed in a scowl. At least, he thought it was a scowl, but it was hard to tell with her face covered by a coating of thick green goop.
He blinked, but the creature from the black lagoon was still standing there, waiting for an explanation. “Her phone was ringing.” He gestured lamely with Alyssa’s purse. “Thought it might be important.”
“Who was it?”
Derek looked over to see Alyssa watching him with heavy-lidded green eyes, a lazy little cat woken from her nap in the sun.
Andy rummaged around in Alyssa’s bag and looked at the display. “It was Marianne. Probably about the fund-raiser. I’ll call her back and see what she wants.”
Andy ducked out of the treatment room, leaving Derek standing there like an idiot, heat rushing into his face as Alyssa and the two women working her over pinned him with inquisitive stares. He mumbled something about meeting her in the waiting room and backed out, praying none of them noticed the raging hard-on tenting the front of his pants.
After the torturous trip to the spa, Derek was relieved to learn that today Alyssa was keeping her clothes on, for the time being anyway. She had an interview with a reporter from Bella Magazine, and he assumed there would be no reason to remove her close-fitting jeans and striped sweater. Later she had a photo shoot scheduled and, having seen some of Alyssa’s past layouts, Derek didn’t even want to think about what he was in for.
He followed Andy and Alyssa into the restaurant where they were first scheduled to meet the reporter. The restaurant hadn’t yet opened for lunch, but the manager had opened it up so Alyssa and the reporter could talk privately.
As they walked into the dimly lit bistro, an athletic-looking brunette dressed in black pants and a dark green sweater stood and waved them over. She held out her hand to Alyssa. “Meredith Winslow, Bella Magazine. ”
Alyssa shook her hand and smiled. “Alyssa Miles. This is my assistant, Andy.” Andy stepped up to shake Meredith’s hand.
Alyssa took a seat at the table while Andy sat down a few tables away and pulled out her BlackBerry.
“And who’s this?” Meredith asked, eying Derek with speculation and unmistakable interest.
Alyssa’s careful smile pulled tight at the corners. “This is Derek. He’s…” A tiny frown line appeared between her brows as she struggled to decide how to describe him.
“I’m her personal security detail,” he clarified.
Meredith’s brows pulled
Alyssa’s eyes were closed, her expression one of relaxed bliss. Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth soft, her body languid. He swallowed hard, feeling like he’d stepped through a time warp into a secret harem, where Alyssa was being stroked and oiled, ready to be delivered for his pleasure.
He watched, mesmerized as the woman at her feet moved to the other leg. His palms itched at the remembered feel of her skin under his hands. Smooth, hot, silky soft. He wanted to banish the women from the room and put himself in their place. Kneel at her feet. Stroke his way up her thighs and part her legs wider. Dip his head down. He licked his lips. He’d been so wild that night, so focused on getting inside her before he lost control, he hadn’t had a chance to taste her pussy. Now his mouth watered for it, his body throbbed with the need to do all the things he hadn’t had a chance to do in their one brief, mind-blowing encounter.
“You really shouldn’t be back here.”
Derek whipped his head around at the scolding voice and started at the sight that greeted him. Andy stood at his left shoulder, dressed in a thick, white spa robe. Her dark hair was skinned back from her face by a headband, and her mouth was pursed in a scowl. At least, he thought it was a scowl, but it was hard to tell with her face covered by a coating of thick green goop.
He blinked, but the creature from the black lagoon was still standing there, waiting for an explanation. “Her phone was ringing.” He gestured lamely with Alyssa’s purse. “Thought it might be important.”
“Who was it?”
Derek looked over to see Alyssa watching him with heavy-lidded green eyes, a lazy little cat woken from her nap in the sun.
Andy rummaged around in Alyssa’s bag and looked at the display. “It was Marianne. Probably about the fund-raiser. I’ll call her back and see what she wants.”
Andy ducked out of the treatment room, leaving Derek standing there like an idiot, heat rushing into his face as Alyssa and the two women working her over pinned him with inquisitive stares. He mumbled something about meeting her in the waiting room and backed out, praying none of them noticed the raging hard-on tenting the front of his pants.
After the torturous trip to the spa, Derek was relieved to learn that today Alyssa was keeping her clothes on, for the time being anyway. She had an interview with a reporter from Bella Magazine, and he assumed there would be no reason to remove her close-fitting jeans and striped sweater. Later she had a photo shoot scheduled and, having seen some of Alyssa’s past layouts, Derek didn’t even want to think about what he was in for.
He followed Andy and Alyssa into the restaurant where they were first scheduled to meet the reporter. The restaurant hadn’t yet opened for lunch, but the manager had opened it up so Alyssa and the reporter could talk privately.
As they walked into the dimly lit bistro, an athletic-looking brunette dressed in black pants and a dark green sweater stood and waved them over. She held out her hand to Alyssa. “Meredith Winslow, Bella Magazine. ”
Alyssa shook her hand and smiled. “Alyssa Miles. This is my assistant, Andy.” Andy stepped up to shake Meredith’s hand.
Alyssa took a seat at the table while Andy sat down a few tables away and pulled out her BlackBerry.
“And who’s this?” Meredith asked, eying Derek with speculation and unmistakable interest.
Alyssa’s careful smile pulled tight at the corners. “This is Derek. He’s…” A tiny frown line appeared between her brows as she struggled to decide how to describe him.
“I’m her personal security detail,” he clarified.
Meredith’s brows pulled
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