“There’s your surprise now.” He departs the kitchen and my ears perk. I can’t see, but I hear him say, “Yes, please set up in the bedroom.”
A woman’s voice murmurs, “The one on the first floor or one of the ones upstairs?” Oh shit. Who is this?
“First floor,” Gray replies, and then his big form materializes once more.
“What’s going on?” I ask, eyes wide.
“Come along,” he says and holds out a hand for me. I clasp his hand and make to get up, but he pauses for a moment, stroking my jaw tenderly. I’m glad we had soup for dinner; I didn’t want to chew anything given how far my mouth has been stretched. “You’ve been a very good girl today, and I want to take care of you properly.”
My lashes flutter at him.
“I don’t understand.”
“Come with me.”
Gray leads me down the hall to his bedroom, and even though I want to end up there for the evening, I’m nervous, because he was talking to someone and they were in there. Does he want a three-way? Is that my reward? Oh god. My stomach drops because to be honest, I don’t want to share Gray, and especially not with another woman. Nausea makes me dizzy but I force myself to keep walking.
He knocks on the door and the person inside says, “Come in.” Sure enough, it’s a woman’s voice. But Gray appears undisturbed. He opens the door, and the bedroom has been transformed. There are lit votive candles everywhere and it smells like vanilla inside. A sexy woman in a black spa uniform stands next to a massage table. She smiles and says, “Hi, you must be Harlow. I’m Dani. I’m here to perform your massage.”
Relief washes over me and I look at Gray, utterly grateful. It’s like he can read my mind and he leans forward to press a kiss to my forehead.
“Enjoy, sweetheart. You deserve it.” Then, he steps outside the bedroom.
Dani smiles. Her blonde hair is pinned back neatly, and there’s nothing to suggest that this was ever going to be a threesome. She’s very professional and kind.
“I’ll step out so you many disrobe to your level of comfort, okay? Then, feel free to slip under the blanket and I’ll knock in a few minutes.”
But suddenly, panic strikes me again.
“Wait, do you work with Gray often?”
She cocks her head at me.
“Yes.”
I ask tentatively, “For him or for his women?”
She shakes her head.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not at liberty to divulge client information. However, Mr. Jamison is a steady client, and I appreciate his business. But if you’re uncomfortable, I can let him know and come back another time?”
I swallow.
“No, it’s okay. I’m good.”
She nods.
“Then I’ll just step out and be back in a moment once you’re ready.”
Dani smiles and leaves, and I strip fast. I might be able to trick her into telling me about his other women, if there are any. Too soon, she knocks again and I tell her to come in. But once she begins the massage, my insecurities fly out the window.
She has a magnificent touch. I’m floating in a sea of pleasure, albeit non-sexual pleasure. She hits muscles that I didn’t even know I have, and I almost doze off, but then there’s a knot in my back which she massages and I squeal. It hurts!
“Ow!”
She chuckles.
“You’ll be fine. You’re just tense.”
I relax back onto the bed, and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain. Then, I stop myself to ask, “Dani, I know you can’t tell me about your clients, and that’s fine. I just well … Mr. Jamison is so …”
She giggles.
“You mean, you’re trying to not sound nosy?”
I blush.
“Yes.”
“I didn’t even notice,” she teases.
I giggle myself and ask, “Seriously, though, we are casual because we just started seeing each other, and I guess I hardly know anything. Does he usually call you to give massages to girls he’s dating?”
“Nice try,” she chides. “But I still can’t share that sort of information.”
I sigh.
“Damn.”
But then I try again.
“But have you been with him? You know, as more than a masseuse?”
Dani decides to answer me on this one.
“Gray Jamison is a great guy, but he’s not my type.”
I laugh, “Did you see him? Are we talking about the same guy?”
“I did see him,” she laughs.
“Then, how is he not your type?”
She grins again.
“I prefer my partners with less face stubble and more boobs.”
“Oh!” I giggle. “Guess I’m more your type then.”
“Indeed,” she smiles, moving to massage my neck. “How is your jaw doing, by the way?”
I move it around experimentally and say, “Much better, thanks.” Then I realize Gray must have told her about our fun, and my face burns with embarrassment.
“Are you alright? Too warm? I can take a blanket off; you’ll still be under the sheet.”
“No, not warm. Wait, what did he tell you about me and what we did?”
Dani gives a low chuckle.
“Gray is very blunt with me about his own injuries, and I think that straight talk has carried over to you. Don’t worry about it, though. After ten years in this business, I’ve heard everything, and I’ve seen everything too.”
“Oh. Okay.” I try to relax, but keep thinking about him telling her about our private time together. What must Dani think of me, especially with her being a lesbian? God, she probably believes I’m the worst feminist in the world.
Dani reads my mind and grins.
“Don’t worry about it. Mr. Jamison likes to get rough, but nothing will top the time I walked into a home where the wife was dressed like a French maid and kept flashing her husband while I gave him his massage.”
“What?!”
She laughs. “I learned not to judge peoples’ kinks. We all like what we like, whatever that is, and as long as everyone consents, it’s no skin off my nose.”
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