Page 14 of Resisting His Charm
“Mister…” I frown. Great, now I’m seeing his damn name on my paperwork. Shaking my head, I spin around and freeze. Because not only am I seeing his name on my chart, I’m seeing his body on my treatment bed.
“Hey, little runaway, miss me?” The cocky bastard raises a brow.
I blink, leaving my eyes closed for a whole ten seconds before opening them again.Nope, he’s still here.“What? Why? What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not done with you yet.”
“Yet?”
“I woke up and wanted you again and you were gone,” Sammie says.
“Did that hurt your ego or something?” I cock a hip.
“No.” He chuckles. “Did hurt my dick, though. Wanna kiss it better?”
Do I ever?My mouth waters at the thought of dropping to my knees right here and taking him down the back of my throat.
But, no, I’m not doing that. One night has me in all kinds of a spin. I don’t think a second trip down Mr. Tall-Hard-and-Big is going to end well for me.
“I’m good,” I tell him. “Usually, if a woman leaves before you wake up, it’s because she doesn’t actually want another round with you.”
“Is that what it means? It’s never happened to me before,” he says.
“First time for everything. Now, if you don’t mind, I have actual clients who would love to take this time-slot.”
“Give me a menu.” He holds out a hand.
“Excuse me?”
“I want a treatment. I’m a paying client here. Give me a menu,” he repeats.
“You want a beauty treatment?”
“What? You think all of this happens naturally?” He circles a finger around his face.
Yes, I do think his beauty is natural. Or some deal he made with the devil still isn’t out of the question. Maybe he was telling me the truth when he said hewasthe devil.
“Fine. I’ll give you a treatment, but it’s my choice. Lie down,” I tell him.
“Yes, ma’am.” He smirks and drops back on the bed.
I walk over to the micro-needling machine and get everything ready. Sammie lies still as I then apply some cleanser to his face, massaging it in before wiping it off and applying some serums.
“You have really good skin. This isn’t the first time you’ve been to a spa, is it?”
“I have a little sister. She likes spa days.” He shrugs.
“And you go with her?”
“She’s my only sibling. If she wants to do something with me, I go along with it,” he says.
“What’s her name?”
“Imogen. You got any siblings?”
