“Nah, I don’t need it, and I love jobs like this. I’m happy to take care of it for you.”
She stood to hug him. “Thank you.” Pulling back, she looked up at him but kept her arms around his neck. “So it’s bad, huh?”
“Really bad. Needs to be done ASAP. I’ll order the stuff today.”
“I don’t have five grand just sitting around, so can I give you a credit card to put it on?”
“Sure. I assume you want me to expedite delivery due to the aforementioned fire risk?”
“Yes, please.”
“Will do.”
She handed him her credit card, and he sat at one of the chairs in her lobby to order what he needed to rewire her building. Twenty minutes later, he said, “I used my company discount and got it all for forty-four hundred. Will be delivered early next week.”
“Excellent. Thank you. Can I give you that long-promised massage in exchange for you saving my business and home from a future fire?”
He gave her a sexy side-eyed look. “Would I be required to get naked?”
“Absolutely.”
“Would you?”
“Absolutely not. I’m a professional.” She nudged him backward toward one of the rooms. “Everything off. Put your things on that chair or hang them on the hook.” She pointed to the O-shaped pillow at the head of the bed. “We’ll start facedown.”
“Got it.”
“Be back in a few.”
“I’ll be here.”
* * *
Sierra went into the break room to add some ice to her water bottle, preparing for the most meaningful massage of her career for the man she was quickly falling in love with. She couldn’t deny the feelings were big and overwhelming and getting more so with every minute she spent with him.
When he was around, the air cracked with potential and electricity—no pun intended in light of her current predicament. Ugh, forty-four hundred dollars. That was a big hit, but at least she didn’t have to pay labor.
She knocked on the door to his room. “Ready?”
“Yep.”
When she walked in to him bare-ass naked on her table, she laughed. “Most people get under the covers.”
He raised his head to look at her. “I’m not most people, and it’s nothing you haven’t already seen.”
“That’s true.” Was it hot in there, or was it him? It was definitely him. She rubbed some lavender oil on her hands and held it beneath the pillow. “Take a couple of deep breaths.”
“Smells good.”
“That’s the idea.”
She took her sweet time as she worked on his shoulders, back and arms, for once not paying attention to the clock. Time ceased to exist as she kneaded knots until they released their hold on him.
“Feels so good, babe.”
“Glad to hear it.”
His hand hooked around her leg and slid up to cup her ass.
