Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“Oh. My. God,” she gasped as Rayne began to move the pads of his fingers in slow, circular motions.
He gave her an extra five minutes before he told her that their session had concluded and he would meet her back in the front. Vanessa gave him an encouraging pat on his shoulder when he came out, but she was still documenting something on her paper, which meant he was still being monitored.
He went to the beverage cart in the lobby and poured his client a glass of cucumber water and waited for her to come out.
Janice seemed to float on air when she walked through the door, dreamily gazing at Rayne when he gave her the glass. “Wow. Thank you so much. I can’t believe that was free. It was one of the best massages I’ve ever had.”
Beth and Tiffany were all ears and bright grins while they listened to Janice go on and on about Rayne’s magical hands. He took it all in stride, not even blushing. He was used to being praised for making others feel good. But this time, he was doing it because he wanted to, not because he needed to. He’d stopped using his talents for bad and decided to parlay it into a reputable career.
“Beth, I thought I took out enough cash for the tip, but I didn’t. Can I put it on my card, please?” Janice asked.
“Of course, Ms. Duncan. I can charge the one you have on file.”
“Charge two hundred, please.”
Everyone’s mouth dropped open, including Rayne’s. Had she really enjoyed it that much? “Thank you so much.” Rayne put his palms together in gratitude.
“You earned it, my dear. I should be thanking you.” Janice turned to Tiffany, who was in charge of scheduling. “I’d like to make another appointment with Rayne for the end of the week.”
The manager laughed, and Tiffany and Beth were quick to join in, smiling brighter than he was. He supposed they were glad he wasn’t just a smooth-talking guy with a handsome face that could dress his ass off. He had actual skills and the ability to do this job well.
“He’s not employed with us, Janice.”
“Well, why not? When will he be?” she asked, sounding outraged.
“That’s a good question.” Rayne winked, and Vanessa waved off his charm.
“He’s only here for a few weeks to complete his practicals, Janice.” Vanessa narrowed her eyes in Rayne’s direction and tapped her pen against her chin. “But something tells me I better snatch him up before another spa does.”
Chapter Thirty-nine
Mike
Mike sat parked out front of the Cavalier Spa, waiting for Rayne to come out. He’d seen his text when he’d finished unloading the trucks back at the shop, and although he was exhausted, he decided he’d pick Rayne up instead of making him spend an hour on the bus.
Rayne didn’t notice him there when he walked out the door and headed toward the bus stop. Mike tapped his horn to get his attention. And damn was he glad he did—Rayne’s surprised expression was beautiful, rare, and especially for him. He got in the truck, looking and smelling like citrus and lavender, and Mike’s dick took interest.
“Hey. You didn’t have to come all the way down here to get me. I could’ve ridden the bus.” Rayne leaned over the center console, and Mike made him come all the way to him to get what he wanted. He moaned sensually against his mouth, and Mike’s cock jerked like a teenager’s. Rayne pulled away with a satisfied smirk. “But I’m glad you did.”
Mike turned out of the parking lot and headed in the direction of the interstate.
Rayne rubbed his hand over his thigh, and Mike felt the heat of his palm through his thin sweats. “How was your day?”
Mike didn’t know if he’d ever get used to anyone asking him that. He frowned as he answered, “It was a shitty day, to be honest. I had two guys that didn’t show up this morning. Manny was an annoying piece of shit all day, and my order of boxwood shrubs for a huge property didn’t arrive at all.”
Rayne caressed him harder. “I’m sorry. That does sound shitty. How about I make us some dinner when I get home? Something quick.”
Mike shook his head. “That’s okay. I’m not hungry. I ordered food after I showered.”
“Oh. Okay then.”
“I ordered you some too.”
“Some what?” Rayne asked cautiously.
“I had ribs, but I ordered you their fish of the day. Uh, rainbow trout, I think.” Mike glanced at Rayne. “Do you like that kind of fish?”
Rayne smiled, though it looked sad. “I like most fish. Thank you.”
Mike was too exhausted to figure out why Rayne looked so disappointed. He hoped it wasn’t about him ordering in. Why would he expect Rayne to come home and cook after working two jobs today? Rayne wasn’t there to be his personal chef or to wait on him hand and foot. That was the last thing Mike wanted.