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What came out wasn’t “hey,” however. It was a word I’d never said before.
“Hi-ey?”
It was like I was a robot and someone accidently dumped some water on my thinking circuits. A total misfire. Hi and hey combined.
Thankfully, Sean had a little more social savvy at that moment than I did.
“Good to see you too,” he said, that charming smile still his face.
Man, did he look good. Even aside from the fact that the only bit covering on his body was the towel hanging low on his waist—a towel that seemed to be hanging loosely enough that a strong breeze would give me a little replay of the scene that had brought me over in the first place—he looked killer. A little stubble dusted his handsome features, and his chocolate-brown hair hung loosely over his forehead in a sexily disheveled kind of way. And without him fleeing the scene, I had a full view of his cut, toned body.
“Gift basket,” I said in a caveman-esque voice as I handed the goodies over.
He nodded slowly, his gaze lowering to what I was clumsily shoving into his face. “I see that.” He took the basket, the cellophane crinkling again. “Anyway. Come on in!”
More total lack of weirdness. That was good, right? At least one of us wasn’t going to be awkward about the whole thing.
He turned and stepped into the house, showing me the wide V of his back, along with the tattoo on his shoulder that’d gotten me into this whole mess to begin with. Maybe if I hadn’t seen that damn thing, I wouldn’t have noticed it was him on the table. After all, I’d done massages without even seeing the client’s face before—a little rub and I was out of there, sending them off to the next girl.
No way, I realized. I probably would’ve known it was him the second my fingers had touched his muscles. You don’t forget a body like Sean Maddox’s that easily.
“Good stuff there,” I said, finally regaining my power of normal speech. “Stump went all out for you.”
Sean set the basket on the kitchen bar and turned around, an expression of mild confusion on his face. “Stump?”
“Oh, Mr. Stump. The guy who owns Circus Maximus. He evidently really wanted to make sure that you weren’t scared off.”
Sean smiled again. “Scared off? By you?”
“That’s the idea. You know, me seeing, um, and leaving—”
I cut myself off, realizing bringing up what had gone down would only make things more awkward. Sean laughed.
“It was kind of a weird scene. Sure. But it was more surprising than embarrassing. I had no idea you even worked at a massage place, let alone that you were the ones with your hands on me at that exact moment.”
Relief hit me—at least Sean was being cool about this whole thing. The towel still clinging onto his trim waist for dear life, he opened up the bag and went through it.
“Lavender moisturizer,” he said, taking the items out and setting them on the bar. “Fancy-looking soap, exfoliant, face mask, and…” He stopped, his eyes flashing as he grabbed onto something in the bag. “Here we go. Exactly what I was looking for.”
I said nothing, eager to see what he was so excited about. Then he pulled out a large scented candle—the sandalwood and vanilla by the look of it.
“Perfect.”
What it was “perfect” for didn’t really enter my mind. I was more intrigued that he was intrigued.
“You into scented candles?”
He cocked his head to the side as if I’d asked the dumbest question imaginable. “You kidding?” He gestured to the rest of the apartment.
Sure enough, about every surface that could hold them had at least one scented candle, the wax levels varying. I stepped over to the high-legged side table behind the nearest couch and took a look at what he had.
“Damn. Someone’s not screwing around.”
The little arrangement of these ultra-fancy candles on that small table had cost as much as half my rent.
“I like nice scents. Smell is a very underrated sense, if you ask me.”
Candle in hand, the expression on his face turned somewhat serious, as if he had something on his mind more important than just scented candles.
Uh-oh. It looked like he was about to start a serious convo with him standing two feet away from a gift basket. Maybe not the best setting for that.
“You doing anything right now?”
Oh, nothing much. Just standing in your multi-million-dollar home, trying to not notice the way that the towel’s draped over your cock.
“Not really. Came straight over from work.”
It was not at all on the way, but he didn’t need to know that.
“I was just about to jump in the hot tub. You down for a soak?”
That was the serious thing he had on his mind? If I wanted to jump in the hot tub with him?
