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NICOLE
MORGAN
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Chapter One
Michelle took
several calming breaths, trying to untangle her frazzled nerves before opening
the door to the small massage room. His mere presence turned her into a klutz,
and she prayed today she would be able to keep her cool. Normally, she was the
picture-perfect employee, always professional and cordial with all of her
clients, but something about this one kept her feeling like she was constantly
trying to walk a tight rope. Despite her occasional mishaps, he always remained
kind and never made her feel foolish.
She did, though.
In fact, she felt like a goofy teenager with her first crush every time he was
near her. While a part of her wished he would request someone else for his
daily massage, the other part of her—the woman—didn’t want anything of the
sort. Michelle relished her hour-long sessions with Mr. Conrad, regardless of
how much they threw her off-balance. Once she relaxed a little, it was hard to
not enjoy his company. He was easy to talk to, charming, and sometimes made her
laugh so hard that her cheeks hurt from being frozen in such a wide smile.
Mr. Conrad, or
Brad as he insisted she call him, had been a distraction from day one. Each day
that he came to her little massage room, she became increasingly attracted to
him. The pull she felt had been building for the past couple weeks as their
casual conversations had become lengthier and more intimate. She was sure he
was only being polite, but her body tingled and reacted to him whenever he was
near.
She had handled
herself pretty well in that first massage. Keeping the conversation light but
still professional, she managed to convince herself that his body was one
thing, but there was no way his face could match the extraordinary sight of his
physique. Or so she thought anyway.
When the maddeningly
charming Mr. Conrad pulled his towel around him and sat up to face her, she was
struck by a lightning bolt of lust. Heat coursed through her body faster than
the speed of sound.
He wasn’t just
good-looking, nor was he simply handsome or sexy. Those words would be gross
understatements. He was easily the most attractive man she had ever laid eyes
upon. Michelangelo couldn’t have painted a more beautiful portrait of what a
man should look like. The tan landscape of his body treated her eyes to peaks
and valleys filled with taut and sinewy muscle. The mere sight of him sent
shock waves through her body, right down to her clit, making it throb
unbearably while her pussy became wet with desire for what was hidden
underneath the towel he held tight at his hips.
With a
not-so-steady hand, she turned the handle and walked into the eight-by-eight
room, which seemed smaller every time he was in it. Instantly, her eyes were
met with the most glorious sight. For a split second before he got comfortable
on the table, Michelle caught a glimpse of his ass. The stark contrast between
his bronzed skin and creamy-white bottom only added to her lustful thoughts.
Her face
flushed. She saw his eyes catch hers for a moment, and she was sure she’d been
caught sneaking a peek. Michelle was struck with embarrassment and wanted to
explain away her actions but knew anything she said would only make it worse.
The way her heart was pounding, she would most likely stutter and sound like a
complete idiot.
In an attempt to
regain her composure, Michelle turned away from him, muttering something about
needing a new bottle of oil from the shelf. Seconds later, she watched in
horror as her fumbling hands had managed to knock over the shelving tower.
Bottles and towels flew in the air before falling to the floor. In a panic, she
started to stumble over her words.
“Oh, God. I’m so
sorry, Mr. Conrad. I’m such a klutz. Give me just a moment to pick this up.”
He got up from
the table and quickly came toward her. “It’s okay. Let me help you.”
With only a
towel to shield him from her vision, Michelle could hear her subconscious
screaming at her to reach out and yank the towel away. Her blush grew from her
illicit thoughts. She quickly pushed her unprofessional fantasies aside and
hoped the blush would only be seen as embarrassment from her clumsiness and
nothing more.
“No, it’s okay…I’ve…Ouch!”
As they both bent over to pick up some towels, they managed to butt heads. She
didn’t know which had stunned her more, the sudden bang against her forehead or
looking up to see his face, his lips just a whisper away. For a moment Michelle
just stared at him. First his lips, then her gaze went up to his eyes. Their
hazel color looked exotic. The mixture of bright green and rich brown reminded
her of the feathers of a male peacock. It was nearly enough to hold her in a
trance.
“Are you okay? I’m
sorry. I hope you don’t get a bump,” Brad said.
He reached over
and brushed his thumb across her reddened forehead. The gentle and innocent
gesture made her nipples pucker. She wished that his fingers were caressing her
breasts and not her face. Her naughty thoughts always got her in deeper with
him, so she quickly moved away in an effort to increase the distance between
them.
“Oh, I’m fine.”
Her hurried and
less than graceful movements only made matters worse. Somehow, she managed to
step on a bottle of lotion as she hurriedly picked up something else. The next
thing she knew, he was muttering a curse word as she looked up to see a steady
stream of white cream shooting in the air like a fountain as it landed right on
top of his head. If the scene had been shown on America’s Funniest Home Videos, Michelle was sure she would’ve
taken home the grand prize.
With wide eyes
she apologized to him. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Conrad. I’m a complete klutz. I’m…”
He grinned,
reaching over to place his index finger to her mouth. With a small smile, he
said, “You’re human, Michelle. It’s no big deal. And look here, you’ve made the
extra towels readily accessible for just such an occasion like this. Granted, I’d
rather you had just handed me a towel, but I’ve gotta give you an A for effort.”
Michelle watched
as he motioned to the mess on the floor and gave her a polite smile. He was so
nice, so kind and understanding, that sometimes she forgot her body craved him.
There were times, just like now, where she wondered what it would be like to
date someone like him. He was confident, charming, sexy as all get-out, and so
compassionate she wanted to reach out and grab on to him just so she could
snuggle into his arms.
It took everything
she had not to stare at him starry-eyed like he was some sort of movie-star
heartthrob as he wiped the lotion from his hair with one of the towels. She
could find absolutely no flaws in the man. He exuded sexiness, exhibited
masculinity, and was so damn nice she could almost cry. Time and time again he
tried to calm her nerves with casual chat. If only he knew what he did to her,
there would probably be a giant, Mr. Conrad-shaped hole in the door as he ran
for his life.
“Thank you. I’m
normally not such a klutz.”
He shrugged. “No
worries. Now, how about my massage?”
“Of course.”
Michelle smiled, motioning toward the table.
She turned away
to give him privacy. Although to be honest, she had to admit that it was as
much for her self-restraint as anything else. If she caught a delightful peek
at his ass once more or even a teasing glimpse of his cock, she might forget
all her ability to walk and talk and turn into a drooling cave woman only able
to make unintelligible sounds for communication.
Once he was lying
comfortably on the table with his head down in the face cradle, only a tiny
towel covered him. Michelle turned back and stared at him for a moment. His
skin was tanned to perfection, and the gentle slope of his back leading down to
his ass looked like it had been chiseled from the finest marble.
“I’ve been
looking forward to this massage all morning,” he said.
So have I. She was glad that her voice didn’t
betray her and say the words aloud.
“I’ll pick up
the rest of this later. Just give me a moment to turn on one of the relaxation
CDs and I’ll get started. Do you have any particular preference today?”
“Actually, can
you leave it off this time? It’s always nice in the background, but I like it
better when we just talk.”
“Oh, of course.
Whatever pleases you, Mr. Conrad.”
She made an
attempt to sound casual but feared that she failed. The thought of actually
pleasing him sent liquid heat through her body, starting in her womb and
radiating outward in waves of urgency.
Get your head right. She reached for
the bottle of coconut oil—his oil of choice—and then applied a generous amount
to her palm. She worked it between her hands and realized she needed more.
Reaching for the bottle she began squirting more when his words stunned her.
“Are you trying
to kill me with anticipation? Put those magical hands to good use and start
rubbing already.”
Her mind
instantly went to a fantasy she’d had the night before about stroking and
rubbing his cock. Michelle bit her lower lip and squeezed the tube of oil. A
generous stream shot out and left a trail up his back, right into his hair.
Oh, God. She shook her head at herself,
completely mortified.
He turned to her
with a grin. “Umm…Michelle, you’re going to start giving me a complex about my
hair. Are you trying to say I need a conditioning treatment?”
“I’m…oh…” She couldn’t
find the words.
Scrambling to
the pile of towels on the floor, she picked one up and hurried back to the
table. She started to wipe the oil off but realized too late she’d grabbed the
towel he had already used. Sighing deeply, she looked at the concoction she had
managed to mix into his hair. The white lotion and clear oil combined together
made an odd-looking gel and started to clump in sections of his hair.
He reached
around and grabbed her wrist. “Maybe you should let me do that.”
Shaking her head
from side to side, Michelle desperately searched for words to explain her
fumbling behavior. He must think she was the biggest idiot in the world. Why
did he keep requesting her for his appointments when all she did was look like
a female version of one of the Three Stooges?
“I can’t tell
you how sorry I am, Mr. Conrad.”
“I thought I
asked you to call me Brad?”
“Yeah, well, you
also asked for a massage, and I can’t seem to accomplish that, either.”
He chuckled and
tossed the towel back down on the floor before turning his head to rest in the cradle
again.
“You have had a
case of the clumsiness lately, but we’re all human. Now forget all that and
give me a massage. I’m dying here.”
She nodded to
herself. “Of course.”
Just as she took
a step forward to reach across his shoulders, her foot stepped in some of the
spilled oil. It was at that moment that she wasn’t sure which was more surreal
to her, the inevitable fact that she was about to fall on her ass in front of
one of the sexiest men she’d ever met, or the indisputable fact that she was,
for all intents and purposes, the biggest disaster that ever walked the face of
the earth.
Michelle landed
on the floor with a thud. Her bottom luckily had a few extra pounds on it to
cushion the blow, but it did not save her dignity. That flew out the window
along with what was left of her pride as Brad turned to her and busted up
laughing.
“Oh, Michelle.
You are something else. I asked for a massage, not a vaudeville act.”
She smiled and
shrugged through her mortification, deciding to make the best of it and go with
laughter. What more could she do? In the past ten minutes she had managed to
coat his hair with lotions and massage oils, all but redecorated the small room
by knocking over shelving and allowing everything to scatter on the floor, and
for the finale to her little comedy act, she had decided to go flying in the
air and land on her ass. It was no wonder he was laughing at her.
“I’m sorry. I
shouldn’t be laughing. Are you okay?” he asked.
That’s questionable. She got up
from the floor in a less than graceful manner as she tried to not slip again.
“I’m fine.
Perhaps I should see if anyone else can massage you?”
“Not a chance. I
paid for a massage with my favorite masseuse, and I am not leaving until I get
it.”
Damn if he wasn’t
as tenacious as he was gorgeous. She didn’t know why he even put up with her.
Every time she saw him her nerves got worse and she became a walking, talking
example of what not to do when a woman’s with a man she’s attracted to.
Good Lord, Michelle.
She had to get a
grip. He was only a man. Albeit a damn fine-looking one, but still, he was just
a man. Certainly, this man was not reason enough to get herself all hot and
bothered to the point of complete and utter lunacy. Was he?
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