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Now I could feel the heat turn into flames of hell. Not a detail Lana or anyone else needed to know about me.
“Who’s the lucky guy?” Lana asked, ears perky.
“Um, no one, really,” I squeaked out. “He’s not from around here.” Oh God, why couldn’t I tell even a decent white lie?
Pepper cleared her throat. “Let’s never mind. It’s Wynter’s business. She’ll tell us when she’s ready.” Pepper arched an eyebrow my way that was best friend code fortell me all the deets later.
“You ladies are fab at what you do. Thanks again for everything. I really mean it.”
Pepper and Lana exchanged a look.
“Sweeties, you aren’t done yet. We still have the waxing.” Lana set aside the broom and left the main salon.
Pepper put her arm around my shoulders, marching me back to the private treatment rooms. Dim lighting and soothing mood music washed over us. Maybe I could just lie down and take a nap. It sounded tempting now that I’d managed to thaw my feet a little.
“We have a whole new makeup line in, so I’m going to pick out some colors for you, and Lana is going take care of one lastlittlewax,” Pepper said.
“Not that’s okay. Yeah, let’s skip that. It’s not necessary,” I protested. Pepper had wanted to update my makeup scheme ever since we first met. “You both have done so much already. I promise I’ll shave my legs before the date.”
We stopped before the treatment room door. “You go right ahead and do that because Lana isn’t waxing yourlegs,” Pepper said meaningfully.
I grabbed my robe tighter, knowing exactly what she meant.
Pepper opened the door, gently pushing me inside. “Trust me, you’ll thank us later. Besides, that miser who runs this place can afford a little employee appreciation.”
I stumbled into the treatment room and over to the table covered with a long strip of paper. The looks I was getting told me I wasn’t leaving here until they’d tidied me upeverywhere.
I sighed as I stretched out and Lana spread my robe open. I squeezed my eyes tightly as warm wax was slathered in my most sensitive spot. To distract myself, I kept my eyes closed and mentally composed the message I’d send in response to Mateo’s ad.
Dear Mr. Scrooge, I have the perfect present for you to unwrap this Christmas—ME! Untouched, inexperienced, and ready and willing to submit to your control.
XOXO, Your Winter Angel
Chapter Three
Mateo
Imust be out of my ever-loving mind. I still couldn’t believe I’d allowed myself to be talked into something so asinine. Or that someone had actually responded to that ridiculous profile I’d put on Jolly Nights.
The profile of the woman who messaged me said she was twenty-two. Am I really supposed to believe that a woman that age could still be a virgin?
Untouched.That was the word that jumped out at me when I saw her message. It had made my cock jump too. I’d only added the virgin shit so nobody would be interested. I’d never fantasized about finding some perfect virgin I could claim like some dragon with its treasures.
I had more chances of finding a unicorn in the middle of the town’s square. Mythical creatures were not something a man building a hotel empire spent his time thinking about.
Except...
Except that from the moment I’d read the response from “Winter Angel” two days ago, my thoughts were consumed with every single word and the idea of what they meant. She’d had a photo in her profile. It had been taken in shadows so I only got a glimpse of a petite, but curvy, silhouette and silky, dark hair that framed her face and made her big, hazel eyes seem like they were looking straight into me.
The gorgeous eyes and the lush curves weren’t the clincher, though. If she were just a pretty face and hot body, I’d have clicked away in a heartbeat. Attracting women had never been a particular challenge for me, and in the last few years since my name had been inextricably linked with the uber-successful Luna Hotel brand, even the hint of a challenge had all but evaporated.
So it wasn’t just that she was attractive. Yes, the curves were tempting, but the trusting expression on her face, so open and innocent and…hopeful. That was what had me opening the app for another look every damn ten minutes.
Worst yet, none of those things were anything I’d been myself in years. That hopefulness combined with the idea that I could be the first man to have her, the first to slide inside her to touch places that had never been touched before, made my hands itch with the need to caress every inch of her until she withered and moaned beneath me, my name and cum on her lips.
For two days I’ve tried to brush the itch off and got back to work. The last thing I needed in my life right now was for some untried, inexperienced woman to get too attached to me.
But no matter how much I tried to ignore the thoughts of her, they kept intruding into my mind until that itch turned into an ache leaving me with my cock angry and hard for her for days.
