She rested her head against the armrest with her arms still keeping the towel around her. She was right when she said it was getting late. It was almost ten in the evening. I had to be up at the crack of dawn to get ready for work the following day. She probably did too.
But that wasn’t enough to make me leave.
“Titan said we should get started. There’re some things we need to go over.”
Her eyes grew heavy-lidded as I continued to massage her. “When?”
“Tomorrow.”
“I have availability tomorrow. Just let me know what time.”
“How about one?” I watched my thumbs press into the arch of her foot.
“Sure.”
This was the first time I’d ever rubbed someone’s feet. Sometimes my fingers gently touched a woman’s back when she lay beside me in bed, but that never lasted long. Now I was going out of my way to make this woman feel good—without getting anything out of it. “I want to ask you something.”
“If you keep rubbing my feet like that, you can ask me anything you want.”
I smiled then moved my hands up to her toned calves. “Did you want to fuck me because of my big dick?”
Her eyes were closed when I asked the question, but a huge smile stretched across her face. “Oh god…” She resisted the urge to laugh, but a few chuckles came out. “Did you really just ask that?”
“I’m serious. You were totally cold to me until you saw my boner in my slacks.”
She ran her hands through her hair, but the smile didn’t fade away.
“When have you ever been embarrassed to say the truth?”
“Never,” she said. “Your question is just very crass.”
“I’m a crass man. Now answer me.”
“Come on, Thorn. I thought you were hot the second you walked through the door. I’ve always thought you were sexy.”
I’d never grinned so wide in my entire life. My cheeks actually felt strained because I spent most of my time wearing the same no-bullshit look. “You’ve always thought I was sexy? What does that mean?”
She opened her eyes and propped herself up so she was sitting higher. Her embarrassment was slowly fading away, but she was still slightly flushed in the cheeks. “You’re a famous guy. I’ve seen you in the news for years.”
Some of that news was good, but most of it was bad. At least she still thought I was hot. “Good to know. So was my dick the turning point for you?”
“I admit I was impressed when I saw it. Can’t say I’ve been with a man who compares.”
Damn right.
“And it feels as good as it looks…”
My hands paused as they gripped her slender feet. She showered me with the kind of compliments that were dangerous to my ego. Her input wasn’t brand-new information because I already knew what I offered women. But coming from a hot little number like her, it made me feel like a king. “I’m glad you like it.”
“So to answer your question, yes. I guess I just wanted that D.”
I grinned. “And I’m more than happy to deliver.”
“When did you know you wanted me?” she asked.
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be stupid.”
“Excuse me?”
“You know when I wanted you.” My enormous bulge was as effective as a billboard.
“But was it because of something I said?”
“No. It was from everything. From the way you dress, to your gorgeous curves, your perfect complexion…and your success. You’re a genius in a field where the population of women is less than ten percent. You rose on your own merit, and now you provide for your parents. You’re down-to-earth because of your humble beginnings, but you never let your achievements inflate your ego. You aren’t arrogant, but kind and straightforward. You’re a badass woman who stands on her own two feet.”
She listened to every word I said, but instead of smiling, she kept the same expression.
“Everything about you makes you sexy as hell, your beauty and your brains.” I’d just paid her a compliment that any woman would appreciate, but it didn’t seem to have any effect on her at all, like she didn’t want to hear it.
“I guess you have a type.”
My fingers continued to rub her feet, but I didn’t focus on my actions anymore. “A type?”
“Yeah, the strong and successful woman type.”
I’d never screwed another woman like her before. None of the others fit any specific criteria. I just found them sexy, and I wanted to screw them. For men, we didn’t need a lot of qualifications before we fucked someone. “I don’t really have a type…” My fingers dug into her tight muscles, and I felt the tiny knots underneath the skin. If I pushed the right way, I could unroll the fascia sitting underneath the skin.
“Titan.”
I turned back to her, hearing the name but not understanding the meaning. “What?”
“Titan,” she repeated. “She fits into that category perfectly…and you were going to marry her.”
For a second, I didn’t have a clue what she was talking about. But then the lie returned to me, the façade I played out for a year of my life. The entire world believed I dated Titan for the last year and proposed to her. For some reason, I didn’t think that lie existed when I was with Autumn.
I wanted to tell her it was all bullshit, but now that she was working with Titan, I couldn’t correct her assumption. It didn’t matter anyway, so I just let it go. Whether she thought I actually dated Titan or not, it didn’t change our arrangement. “Yeah, I guess.”
The time had passed quickly since I started rubbing her feet, and now it was almost eleven. I should be getting ready to go, but even now, I
