make me melt into a puddle on the desk. “Oh. I, uh… There was this thing; it was funny.” I close the browser and my eyes, sinking into the warmth of his strong hands. “Oh my God, you’re so hired.”
His thumbs stroke up the back of my neck. “Wow. Your levator scapulae are some of the tightest I’ve ever felt.”
His hands feel so amazing that I’m pretty sure I’m drooling. “I bet you say that to all the ladies.”
He chuckles. “That’s not a good thing, Sarah. And your right trapezius is awful.”
“Your pillow talk needs work, but your hands can stay.”
“Whether it’s with me or not, you really need to book an appointment with someone.” His magic hands stop, and my sad groan brings me back to myself, allowing embarrassment to heat my cheeks as I turn back to him. “Done already? Your real client, I mean.”
“She just wanted half an hour.”
“Ah.” I pull up the billing system and begin filling in her name, marveling at how relaxed my shoulders are. I’d forgotten what having no neck pain was like. Guess I really should book a massage. I hadn’t realized how tense I’ve gotten.
Blake grabs a pen and scribbles something in Dannica’s file. “I can take care of that if you want to head out. No sense us both hanging out here.”
“I have to wait for the towels in the washer to finish.”
“I’ve got that too. You should go do some stretching—yoga, maybe—for that back.”
“Are you sure?” I’d love to get out of here, but I feel bad about leaving him. Then again, he does this by himself all the time.
“Definitely. I have one more client to take care of after this, but thanks. It was nice seeing you again, Sarah.”
“You too.” I like the way my name sounds when he says it. I grab my purse from beneath the desk and pass him.
“Maybe I’ll see you again sometime.” He shows me those dimples again.
Maybe naked under a sheet on a massage table with his hands all over me. “Maybe.” I return his smile and walk out of the office.
Weirdly, for a few minutes there, I didn’t think about Jack once.
Chapter 11
His strong hands gently cradle my head, long fingers dancing across my scalp and winding through my hair. Tingles swirl across my skin, and I moan. “That feels amazing.”
“I know.”
“No one likes a cocky—” But my words are cut off by the way his thumb hits my temple and works back to land behind my ear. “Wow.”
“You were saying?”
“Can I rent your hands for an hour or four?” I gaze up into his deep-blue eyes. “I promise I’ll wash them when I’m done.”
Pete laughs. “No way. You’d abuse the privilege.”
“Damn right I would.” I sigh and enjoy the warmth of the water as he rinses the conditioner from my hair. “Ever thought of becoming a masseuse?”
“Yeah, but then I wouldn’t get to make people pretty.”
“True. But massages make people happy.”
“But they don’t improve the scenery. And I’m all about the packaging.”
“Yes, you are.”
He wraps a huge, white towel around my hair. “I’ll put you in with Lenora while I set up the color.”
He leads me to the pedicure station and sticks my feet into the peppermint-scented water. Pete had called last night as I was leaving Inner Space, still chuckling about the label maker, and asked if I wanted a spa night and haircut. Since he doesn’t trust anyone else with my hair, he’s forgoing his pedi to take care of me, leaving me in Lenora’s capable hands. “You spoil me.”
“Someone’s got to.”
I wiggle my toes and send a cheeky look his way, smiling at Lenora. I close my eyes and think of Blake for a moment before wiggling my eyebrows at him. “I’m working on that.”
“Oh?” He pours some cream and powders into a container, mixing colors.
“Not actively, but one of the massage therapists is pretty cute. Really cute.”
Pete wrinkles his nose. “A hippie?” He’s not a fan of their chemical-free lifestyle choices.
“No, he
His thumbs stroke up the back of my neck. “Wow. Your levator scapulae are some of the tightest I’ve ever felt.”
His hands feel so amazing that I’m pretty sure I’m drooling. “I bet you say that to all the ladies.”
He chuckles. “That’s not a good thing, Sarah. And your right trapezius is awful.”
“Your pillow talk needs work, but your hands can stay.”
“Whether it’s with me or not, you really need to book an appointment with someone.” His magic hands stop, and my sad groan brings me back to myself, allowing embarrassment to heat my cheeks as I turn back to him. “Done already? Your real client, I mean.”
“She just wanted half an hour.”
“Ah.” I pull up the billing system and begin filling in her name, marveling at how relaxed my shoulders are. I’d forgotten what having no neck pain was like. Guess I really should book a massage. I hadn’t realized how tense I’ve gotten.
Blake grabs a pen and scribbles something in Dannica’s file. “I can take care of that if you want to head out. No sense us both hanging out here.”
“I have to wait for the towels in the washer to finish.”
“I’ve got that too. You should go do some stretching—yoga, maybe—for that back.”
“Are you sure?” I’d love to get out of here, but I feel bad about leaving him. Then again, he does this by himself all the time.
“Definitely. I have one more client to take care of after this, but thanks. It was nice seeing you again, Sarah.”
“You too.” I like the way my name sounds when he says it. I grab my purse from beneath the desk and pass him.
“Maybe I’ll see you again sometime.” He shows me those dimples again.
Maybe naked under a sheet on a massage table with his hands all over me. “Maybe.” I return his smile and walk out of the office.
Weirdly, for a few minutes there, I didn’t think about Jack once.
Chapter 11
His strong hands gently cradle my head, long fingers dancing across my scalp and winding through my hair. Tingles swirl across my skin, and I moan. “That feels amazing.”
“I know.”
“No one likes a cocky—” But my words are cut off by the way his thumb hits my temple and works back to land behind my ear. “Wow.”
“You were saying?”
“Can I rent your hands for an hour or four?” I gaze up into his deep-blue eyes. “I promise I’ll wash them when I’m done.”
Pete laughs. “No way. You’d abuse the privilege.”
“Damn right I would.” I sigh and enjoy the warmth of the water as he rinses the conditioner from my hair. “Ever thought of becoming a masseuse?”
“Yeah, but then I wouldn’t get to make people pretty.”
“True. But massages make people happy.”
“But they don’t improve the scenery. And I’m all about the packaging.”
“Yes, you are.”
He wraps a huge, white towel around my hair. “I’ll put you in with Lenora while I set up the color.”
He leads me to the pedicure station and sticks my feet into the peppermint-scented water. Pete had called last night as I was leaving Inner Space, still chuckling about the label maker, and asked if I wanted a spa night and haircut. Since he doesn’t trust anyone else with my hair, he’s forgoing his pedi to take care of me, leaving me in Lenora’s capable hands. “You spoil me.”
“Someone’s got to.”
I wiggle my toes and send a cheeky look his way, smiling at Lenora. I close my eyes and think of Blake for a moment before wiggling my eyebrows at him. “I’m working on that.”
“Oh?” He pours some cream and powders into a container, mixing colors.
“Not actively, but one of the massage therapists is pretty cute. Really cute.”
Pete wrinkles his nose. “A hippie?” He’s not a fan of their chemical-free lifestyle choices.
“No, he
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