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He's smirking now. "Where would you like my hands to be on you?"
"I don't want your hands on me anywhere," I say. “Sure, if you were to offer to give me a massage, I may say yes, but only because I've been so stressed out and you look like you have strong hands and oh my gosh, I need a massage so badly. I'm definitely carrying tension in my shoulders and my neck and?—"
"You want me to give you a massage?" he asks softly.
I blink at him, "What? You'd give me a massage? Really?"
"If you really desperately need one from me."
"I do," I say, not sure where the words are coming from. I do not desperately need a massage from this man. Definitely not. Definitely, definitely not. "I mean, if you think you give good massages," I say quickly.
"I've been told I give the best massages," he says softly as he licks his lips. "However, you would not be allowed to have clothes on."
"What?" I blink at him. “No clothes? Like naked naked?” My heart races at the thought of his strong warm hands on my bare skin. Naughty thoughts crash through my mind and I want to slap myself. I should not be enjoying thinking about being naked around my boss right now.
"The best massage is when you're naked. Just so you know, you'd be face down though, and we'd wrap a towel over your ass, so I'd only really be seeing your back…" He smiles, "And then I would put some essential oils on you and...well, I don't want to tell you everything I do. I don't want to ruin the surprise."
"The surprise?" I ask him.
"Yeah. That’s if you want a Kingston special, that is."
"A Kingston special." I take a sip of water. I know I'm playing with fire, but I can't help myself. "What's a Kingston special?"
"Let's just say it's the best massage you'll ever receive in your life."
"Really? You think you would give me the best massage I've ever received in my life?"
"I do think so, as a matter of fact, but it doesn't look like you really want one."
"Oh, I do," I say. "I really want one. But you don't think it would be kind of unprofessional for my boss to give me a massage?"
"I don't think it's unprofessional. Do you?"
I stare at him for a couple of seconds and every brain cell in my body is screaming at me, saying that getting a massage from this man would be the worst mistake of my life. "I don't think it would be a mistake, but I can't really have you come back to my place. Elisabetta would be like, 'What's going on?' and I don't really want to?—"
"You could come to my place," he says with a small smile. "I have a king-size bed. I can give you a massage there and then you can take a taxi home."
I blink at him. "Are you sure?"
"I mean, I feel partly responsible for all the stress that you're feeling right now." He gives me a warm smile. "I guess I should help get rid of it."
"It is partly your fault for being such a jackass to me and getting me so upset that I ended up losing my job and now..." I stare at him. "Si I guess if you think that you can give me a great massage, I'm not going to say no."
"Perfect," he says. "We'll take the wine with us to go."
Chapter Twelve
Kingston
"Damn, this is big," Skye says with a slight grin as we enter my apartment.
I watch as she slips off her heels and gives a huge sigh of relief.
"Oh my gosh, those were killing me." She turns to me with a big smile. "Your place is amazing," she says, as she runs her fingers along the countertop in the kitchen. "Is this marble?"
I nod.
"Wow, you are rich." She looks me up and down. "You are very rich."
