tension and pain melted away. “That’s orgasmic.”
Bryan paused, made a sound that was part amusement, part chastisement, then continued. “You’re all knotted up.”
She hung her head, letting him do as he pleased. It was wonderful.
“Why were you sleeping in the chair, Shay?”
“Late night. The ladies and I were…” She bit her tongue. Booze was forbidden, or so they’d told her. “We stayed up late. Talking.”
“Uh-huh. Anything else?”
Did he already know about the alcohol? Oh hell, the cups! They were in the sink. She swiveled to look, but no, they’d been washed and set upside down in the drainer.
Could he smell the drink on her? How humiliating. First he’d thought her a hooker, and now he’d think her a wino.
“Shay?” He brought his hands up to frame her head, rubbing her temples, filling her with bliss.
“Hmmm?” If she couldn’t go back to sleep, she’d settle on having him touch her like this.
“What else did you do last night?”
“Makeup.”
“Makeup, huh?”
She started to nod, but couldn’t, not with the way he rubbed her head and neck. “Yeah. The ladies let me make them up. It was fun.”
His long fingers tunneled through her hair, massaging her scalp, turning her boneless. Turning her on.
“Why’d you want to do that?”
It was all she could do to keep from moaning. “To show them how.”
“How to what?”
Would he guess her intent if she told him? Her goals were altruistic, but if he figured out that much, he might start wondering who she really was and then he’d put two and two together, and he’d kick her to the curb.
She wasn’t ready to go. Choosing her words carefully, she explained, “I wanted to show them how to be a bit more subtle, and to look more attractive in the bargain.”
“And they let you?”
Shay heard his astonishment, and satisfaction settled over her. It hadn’t been easy at first, but she’d cajoled them and after Morganna agreed, the others had fallen in line. “Yep.” She looked at him upside down. “I told them the highest paid prostitutes don’t look like prostitutes.”
His fingers stilled a moment before resuming their gentle massage. “Like you?”
That made her chuckle. “Why, thank you. I’m glad you’ve finally decided I don’t look like a hooker.”
“It wasn’t exactly a compliment.”
“I know.” She couldn’t help but laugh. He was trying to snoop, to get her to admit to things. But even hungover and drugged by his magic fingers, she had better sense than to spill her guts.
He shook his head, and she saw him smile before he tilted her face back down. “So after you worked them over, they wanted a turn on you?”
“No, they just watched.”
Devilish satisfaction filled his tone when he said, “I don’t think so, Shay.”
Her brows puckered. “What do you mean?” She’d done their makeup, showing them how to apply it right, and they’d tried their best to get her drunk. Morganna had told some really raunchy jokes, with Patti egging her on. And Barb had grumbled at all of them. Amy had been the most reserved, but she’d seemed to enjoy her appearance after Shay finished.
Shay had to admit, they all looked very pretty when the heaviest makeup had been removed.
Bryan caught her elbow and lifted her from the seat, leading her toward the stainless steel toaster. “Why don’t you take a look while I pour your coffee?”
A little apprehensive, Shay hesitated, then bent and peeked at her reflection in the stainless steel.
Oh. My. God. Smudged, kohl-lined eyes blinked at her. A bright red mouth opened in surprise. She choked—and her back snapped straight again. She covered her face with her hands. She wasn’t a vain woman, but wow. Halloween had come early.
Grinning like a sinner, Bryan pulled her hands down and handed her a cup of sweetened coffee. “Drink. It’ll help to clear your head.”
She gulped down half a cup, aware of Bryan chuckling at her.
“They did you up real
Bryan paused, made a sound that was part amusement, part chastisement, then continued. “You’re all knotted up.”
She hung her head, letting him do as he pleased. It was wonderful.
“Why were you sleeping in the chair, Shay?”
“Late night. The ladies and I were…” She bit her tongue. Booze was forbidden, or so they’d told her. “We stayed up late. Talking.”
“Uh-huh. Anything else?”
Did he already know about the alcohol? Oh hell, the cups! They were in the sink. She swiveled to look, but no, they’d been washed and set upside down in the drainer.
Could he smell the drink on her? How humiliating. First he’d thought her a hooker, and now he’d think her a wino.
“Shay?” He brought his hands up to frame her head, rubbing her temples, filling her with bliss.
“Hmmm?” If she couldn’t go back to sleep, she’d settle on having him touch her like this.
“What else did you do last night?”
“Makeup.”
“Makeup, huh?”
She started to nod, but couldn’t, not with the way he rubbed her head and neck. “Yeah. The ladies let me make them up. It was fun.”
His long fingers tunneled through her hair, massaging her scalp, turning her boneless. Turning her on.
“Why’d you want to do that?”
It was all she could do to keep from moaning. “To show them how.”
“How to what?”
Would he guess her intent if she told him? Her goals were altruistic, but if he figured out that much, he might start wondering who she really was and then he’d put two and two together, and he’d kick her to the curb.
She wasn’t ready to go. Choosing her words carefully, she explained, “I wanted to show them how to be a bit more subtle, and to look more attractive in the bargain.”
“And they let you?”
Shay heard his astonishment, and satisfaction settled over her. It hadn’t been easy at first, but she’d cajoled them and after Morganna agreed, the others had fallen in line. “Yep.” She looked at him upside down. “I told them the highest paid prostitutes don’t look like prostitutes.”
His fingers stilled a moment before resuming their gentle massage. “Like you?”
That made her chuckle. “Why, thank you. I’m glad you’ve finally decided I don’t look like a hooker.”
“It wasn’t exactly a compliment.”
“I know.” She couldn’t help but laugh. He was trying to snoop, to get her to admit to things. But even hungover and drugged by his magic fingers, she had better sense than to spill her guts.
He shook his head, and she saw him smile before he tilted her face back down. “So after you worked them over, they wanted a turn on you?”
“No, they just watched.”
Devilish satisfaction filled his tone when he said, “I don’t think so, Shay.”
Her brows puckered. “What do you mean?” She’d done their makeup, showing them how to apply it right, and they’d tried their best to get her drunk. Morganna had told some really raunchy jokes, with Patti egging her on. And Barb had grumbled at all of them. Amy had been the most reserved, but she’d seemed to enjoy her appearance after Shay finished.
Shay had to admit, they all looked very pretty when the heaviest makeup had been removed.
Bryan caught her elbow and lifted her from the seat, leading her toward the stainless steel toaster. “Why don’t you take a look while I pour your coffee?”
A little apprehensive, Shay hesitated, then bent and peeked at her reflection in the stainless steel.
Oh. My. God. Smudged, kohl-lined eyes blinked at her. A bright red mouth opened in surprise. She choked—and her back snapped straight again. She covered her face with her hands. She wasn’t a vain woman, but wow. Halloween had come early.
Grinning like a sinner, Bryan pulled her hands down and handed her a cup of sweetened coffee. “Drink. It’ll help to clear your head.”
She gulped down half a cup, aware of Bryan chuckling at her.
“They did you up real
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