It was completely quiet except for the sound of soothing instrumental music. The room smelled like mint, and there were flickering electric candles sparsely arranged around the space. It would normally be a relaxing experience were it not for—

“You heard her. Take off your clothes,” Chance said gruffly.

A chill ran through me upon hearing the dominant tone of his voice.

“Do you really think I’m going to just disrobe in front of you right now?”

Instead of answering my question, he grabbed at the material of his shirt. I watched every movement of his rippling ab muscles as he slowly lifted it off. If that vision were a gif on tumblr, I would have replayed it over and over.

He unzipped his jeans and slid them down before tossing them on a chair. He stood before me in nothing but navy boxer briefs as he blatantly stared at my chest. “Your turn.”

“Turn around then,” I said softly.

“Do I have to?” he joked and flashed a wry smile before he moved to face the wall.

Removing my tank top, I stared at the defined muscles of his back and then down to his ass. He was standing right under one of the bulbs of the recessed lighting. It shined onto his delicious derriere like a spotlight. The crack in the middle of it was perfectly outlined through the fabric. He had the most phenomenal ass. I wanted to bite it.

When I unsnapped my bra and threw it on top of where his jeans were strewn, his breath hitched.

I wrapped myself in the plush white towel and lay down stomach first onto my table. This was supposed to be a relaxing experience, but I definitely felt a little nervous.

“You can turn around.”

“You’re no fun,” he said as he lay down on the table next to me.

“What did you expect me to be standing in front of you stark naked?”

“One can only dream.”

We were both on our stomachs with our heads turned toward each other. His eyes would occasionally travel down the length of my body.

He whispered, “You okay, Princess?”

Something about the tone of his question tugged at my heartstrings. I mentally cut them with an imaginary scissors. I was going to stick to my vow to keep my feelings in check if it killed me. “Yeah. I’m okay.” When he raised his eyebrow skeptically, I smiled. “Really. I am. This was a good idea. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you’re pleased.”

After ten minutes of waiting, I was starting to wonder if they’d forgotten about us when the door slowly creaked open. A small Asian woman named Anna walked around to the other side of Chance. To my left was a large, muscular man who resembled the actor Joe Manganiello.

Chance’s eyes darkened, and he turned to the woman. “He’s gonna do her?”

“At least someone’s gonna do me,” I muttered under my breath.

“Yes. We find that it works best this way. Men tend to be more comfortable with a female masseuse, and our female clients really enjoy James. Is there a problem?”

Chance was just looking at me, his mouth agape.

“No. No problem at all,” I answered, looking straight into Chance’s eyes. “I prefer a man.”

James’ voice was low and deep. “Please unwrap your towel and slide it off. You can stay on your stomach.”

This was too good to be true. Cocky’s plan totally backfired.

Chance’s eyes were glued to every movement as I removed the towel from under me. Then, his gaze landed on the sides of my bare breasts pressed against the table.

Anna dripped hot oil down the length of Chance’s back. He should have been closing his eyes and relaxing. Instead, he was looking straight at James pouring the same oil on me. I could see his back rising and falling as his breathing quickened.

James started to rub the oil into my skin. At one point, his hands were massaging the very bottom of my back and were practically kneading the top of my ass. Chance’s gaze then turned into more of a death stare. He was seriously pissed, but I couldn’t help feeling happy about it.

Watching the woman touching Chance in the same way was also getting me very riled up, but I was too preoccupied with his observing me to figure out whether I was jealous or turned on. Probably both.

After several minutes of watching Chance follow every movement of James’ hands, I couldn’t help but ask him, “Are you okay?”

His voice was hoarse. “No.”

He was seriously burning with jealousy. I couldn’t figure him out. If he only knew that the entire time, I kept imagining it was him touching me. I wanted that more than anything.

“How much longer?” Chance asked the woman.




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