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And now it looked like it was all going to come crashing down.
Becca had told the cops that I had been forcing her to give “extra services” to male clients and threatening to report her to some government agency or something and get her work visa revoked. I didn’t even know how to do that or if it was even a real thing, but it sure as hell wasn’t true.
The police had already interrogated some of my clients after they came out of their massage, and apparently—judging by my latest customer today—the word had gotten out all over town that I was one of those places.
“It’ll be okay, Kylie,” Ryan said. He put a hand on my back and pulled me close. “Her story will fall apart. They won’t be able to find any guys who agree with her and this will all blow over.”
“I wish I shared your enthusiasm, Ryan,” I replied.
“It’ll happen. Trust me,” he said. “And then you and Mr. NFL Star can go live happily ever after!”
“Me and who?”
“You and Trent Baron,” he said simply. I shrugged.
“Wait…what?” he asked, frowning at me like I’d just asked him what pizza was. “You—you don’t know who that was out there?”
“No…”
“Oh. My. God, Kylie!” Ryan gasped in the gayest voice he was capable of expressing. “Are you kidding me?!”
“Do I look like I’m kidding, Ryan?” I asked. “Who was he?”
“Oh my God, girl. You have got to do more than watch YouTube cat videos when you go home!” he laughed, pulling out his phone. “Let me show you who you just had your hands all over.”
I was maybe a bit overly emotional at the moment, but there was no denying that the man I’d just thrown out of my studio—despite being a massive prick—had been devastatingly handsome. He was built, had muscles on top of muscles, and when he’d turned to look at me, had a chiseled face like a male model.
When he first set his eyes on me, I’d sort of just frozen for a second. I knew he was checking me out; he hadn’t even tried to hide it, but honestly…I liked that.
I’m the kind of girl who knows what she wants and goes for it, and I appreciate a man who does the same.
I liked the little teasing game we were playing when I kept pushing his head down and I liked the way he let his fingers dance across my thigh in a way that could have maybe been interpreted as accidental…
…maybe.
I didn’t mind that at first, because it had felt personal, like a little flirty game between just the two of us, but all that came crashing down when he came out with it and I realized the truth: he’d heard Becca’s bullshit rumors circulating town and wanted to pay me for “extra services.”
It was like the rug had been yanked out from under my feet and I’d come crashing down on a cement floor.
“Here he is,” Ryan said, showing me his phone.
“Trent Baron,” I said, reading from the screen. “Is the starting quarterback for the New England Patriots…”
My voice trailed off as I looked at the photo above his name. He had a blue football jersey on, two streaks of black beneath his eyes, and sweat dripping down his face as he stared across the field.
“Holy shit…” I muttered.
“Yes, girl,” Ryan said with a smile. “That is the man you just threw out of your studio!”
Chapter Three
Kylie
As I sat on the little shelf in my shower that I used as a makeshift seat, letting the warm water rain down on me, I still couldn’t believe the day I’d had.
Trent Baron, one of the most famous athletes in the world, had come into my studio looking for someone who could actually give him what he needed in terms of a massage, told me that I was the one who could do it and that none of the other girls he’d seen had been able to, and what had I done? Thrown him out of my studio in a huff.
But he had propositioned me afterwards! What else was I supposed to do?
