“Okay,” I agreed, knowing what her tactic would be. The more I thought about it, the more I felt obligated to do whatever Aria wanted. If I wasn’t in this bind, there was no way we would be going to a spa that wasn’t under my brother’s control.
Within minutes, Aria got off the phone. “We got the okay!”
I lay face down, mostly naked, under the thin white sheet, waiting for the masseuse to come in. The sound of the door opening and shutting with a woman’s voice asking whether I wanted lavender, eucalyptus, or jasmine oil.
“Eucalyptus,” I reply. “Can you mix that with mint?”
Even though I was upset with Emilio, I felt this odd need to be around him, and the closest thing was to pick a scent that reminded me of him.
“Sure. I seem to be out of mint. Let me go drop another bottle,” the woman said before leaving the room.
Getting impatient waiting, when the door opens, I hold my tongue to avoid commenting. A chill ran through me when a hand ran up my leg, and the sheet was removed from my body.
“What the hell?!” I shouted as I scrambled to look over my shoulder. Managing to turn onto my back, I held the sheet at my chest. Only wearing panties, I felt my nipple harden against the sheet as the scent of eucalyptus and mint invaded my nose.
“You haven’t returned my call.” Emilio slowly walks toward the table by my feet, dragging his finger up my leg. Even with the sheet as a barrier, my skin was on fire, and my body reacted against my will.
“Oh, now you want to fuck?” I spat out. “Rachel, get boring for you? Is Grace not in town?”
“You’re going to tell me you don’t want me?”
“I don’t,” I lied through my teeth.
“Liar.”
“I’m not lying. Fucking other women to my face isn’t the kind of foreplay I enjoy.”
“Just me is enough, isn’t it?” that look was in his eyes, making him look like a predator hunting their prey. His hand was gliding up my leg.
“Don’t think so highly of yourself.” Shifting my leg so that I couldn’t feel his touch.
It was tortuous being attracted to such an emotionless man.
Emilio smirked, “The moment my hand made contact with you, you were turned on.”
“Not at all,” I wasn’t lying. I was turned on the moment I laid eyes on him.
Ripping the sheet off of me, he calmly said, “I bet you’re wet right now. Am I right?’
“Dry as a bone.”
“Should I check if you’re lying?”
My gig was up when he placed his hand on my thigh and glided it over my thin lace underwear to my core. Even I could feel the moisture spill through the fabric as he placed pressure against it. He propped his other hand onto the table, leaning close to my face.
Remaining still with my hands on the table supporting my upper body as I slightly leaned back, I was getting lightheaded. Pushing aside my pantyline with one finger, he inserts a finger inside of me. Widening my legs, giving him more access, he slides in another. I bite my lower lip to hold back, making any kind of pleasurable noise as though that would give me away. Not that it made any difference. By this point, I was soaking, and the sound of his fingers entering inside and out of me against the wetness filled the room. The bed under me was wet. We were both watching each other as I tried my best not to make a sound while he remained at a steady tempo, fingering me.
“Another one?” he whispered.
I nod my head eagerly, and in goes another finger. This caused me to lift my pelvis for him to go deeper. Emilio wraps his free hand around my hair and grabs the top of my ponytail, pulling it back and causing me to tilt my head back. Examining my face, he leaned in so close that our noses touched. Lightly, he brushed his nose against mine as the fingers inside me curved as they glided in and out. The simple act had me panting. He edged closer, and our lips were about to touch. My breath picked up as my heartbeat was thumping out of my chest. Was he going to kiss me? The thought alone was causing me to orgasm, and my lips quivered as I let out a soft moan.
His tongue traced my lip, and there was a look in his eyes that I’d never seen before, a look of calmness. As he was going to place his lips onto mine, there was a disruptive outburst outside the room. Quickly, Emilio stood up straight, and the sound of someone screaming to call 911 quickly had him remove his fingers from inside me and let my ponytail go free from his grip.
“Get dressed,” he demanded as he grabbed his gun. “Wait in here.”
I watch him storm out, shutting the door behind him. What was going on? I quickly threw on my clothes and waited for someone to get me, but the sound of a gun outside the room had me in a panic. Quickly scanning the room, I hide in one of the towel closets, squeezing myself into the tinyspace. Just as I was able to close most of the closet door, the door to the room swung open, and in walked a man. He was dressed in black pants, shoes, and a button-down. I was able to see through the cracks. He quickly undressed and threw on my spa robe as though pretending to be a guest. Before fully putting it on, I get a glimpse of his back and see a familiar birthmark on his left shoulder. It’s the same birthmark from the man at the sex club I was eagerly trying to run into months ago.
A man walks in looking like someone who works here. “Boss, the car is ready out back. We need to leave now.”
