I see the bubbles pop up, but I close my app, throw my phone in my hoodie pocket, and head to Levi’s apartment. By the time he sends me his novel, I’ll be at his front door.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Meet my Sex Robot
Rez
Let the record show, I called it. By the time I reach and knock on his door, Levi is in the middle of a long paragraph that might have been two lines if he learned how to text properly.
“There is no shame in typing out a full sentence, Nerezza,” Levi says, grabbing out what looks like a terry cloth robe from the laundry room.
“True, but I would be old and gray by the time you ever sent it,” I say sweetly and he shakes his head in exasperation.
“Oh! By the way, did you find Lilith and find out what happened?” I grab a hold of his sleeve and do a few hops like a child in a candy store. Nervousness is riding me hard, wanting to know what happened.
Levi’s slight smile falls and is replaced by a scowl and look of frustration. “No! And I don’t know where she could be. I tried her office, but her assistant said she was called away to Hell for the time being. So, I’m sorry, Nerezza,” he explains and squeezes my hand that’s latched to his arm. He sets down the robe and turns, grabbing both my hands, bringing them to his chest, and looking me in the eyes. “But I promise you, I’ll find out. Okay?” He gives me a determined look, seeking confirmation that I believe him. I give him a small smile of thanks and nod. Smiling back in relief, he reaches for the garment again, handing it to me.
The strawberry wine color wrap is so soft, like little clouds, and smoothly glides over my skin.
“What is this made out of?” I rub it up against my cheek and inhale vanilla and honeysuckle.
“It’s made out of strawberry silk,” he says as he leads me down the hallway.
“Strawberry silk? That’s not a thing,” I laugh.
He looks over his shoulder and gives me a cheeky smile that momentarily stuns me. He really is handsome. I just wish I could get past whatever barrier he has erected. There’s a reason I changed his name to Vault on my phone. Out of everyone, he’s the only one I can’t get a feel for.
We walk into a room with beige marble walls and flooring, and exposed dark wooden beams that match the wood trim. I think they call it country chic. Across from the entrance is a little oxygen and juice bar up against the back wall, which is entirely glass that leads to the balcony. All along the left-hand side, there’s floor length mirrors accompanied with yoga mats. A dark cream and brown massage table sits in the middle of the room and on the other side, sits a hot tub nestled into the corner that’s lined with window sills acting as shelves.
“Wow, you guys have your own spa room here?”
“We call it the relaxation room. We don’t normally use the spa services except for the view, and maybe the hot tub during winter,” he explains as he walks over to a cabinet and pulls out a couple of sheets. Laying one across the table first, he opens the other, holding it up and hiding his frame.
“Sorry, we don’t have a changing room in here, but you can lay your clothes under the bench of the bed. Let me know when you’re ready.”
I’ve seen enough porn to know this is how some of these start. If this was Zeke or Ryker, I could definitely see this going differently, but this is Levi. I’m not even sure if he’s still interested. Besides the first day when we almost kissed, he’s been as cold as a dead fish towards me. Hell, any reaction from him would make me happy. I quickly strip, tuck my clothes away, and put on the soft strawberry silk robe.
“Done,” I say and jump up onto the table. Swinging my legs, I watch as Levi takes in my state of undress.
I admit it, I might not have covered up completely. I want to see what he will do. He's a mystery that I want to uncover and I like poking and prodding at things that are so put together. For instance, ever had that friend that justhadto have their hair just right. They spend all that time perfecting that look and they come out to show you, but something in you makes you walk up and just run your fingers through it, messing it up? That’s what I’m doing.
I watch as his eyes start to roam up my body, from my toes up to my toned bronze legs and where my thighs are hiding my honey pot. Don’t judge me. The last book I read wasAutumn’s Fall by AJ Blackburn, and that shit was hot. Autumn’s vag was always mentioned as ‘honey pot’. I want a name like that. Maybe, while I’m here, I’ll get one too.
The robe pools at my entrance, and his eyes follow my flat stomach, lingering on my belly button piercing, and up to my cleavage.
I can hear his audible gulp from here, and I smirk once his hazel eyes reach mine. Desire flares in his eyes and I think I’m finally going to get a reaction. Instead, I see the exact moment he shuts down. He fixes his cufflinks, walks closer, and bends down to put the sheet down with my clothes. Slowly rising up, I don’t miss how his eyes linger on my apex right before he reaches for my robe, closing it.
Spoilsport.
“You missed the tie,” he reaches around me and ties the strings around my waist. “As I mentioned before, I’m not as experienced in hair removal as the employees at Vanishing Vixens,” he says, scrunching his eyebrows.
“It’s okay, Levi. I trust you. It’s better you than some stuck up snobs. Just tell me what I need to do.” Meeting his gaze, I give him a reassuring smile.
He gulps again, and this time I know it’s not from desire, but nerves.
“The procedure normally has the patient laying down on the table, and the mage hovers their palms over the patient’s body while channeling the proper spell. Since I’m not advanced in this spell, my hands need to be in contact with the hair you want removed,” he informs me. His eyes drop down to his jacket, straightening the lapels of his suit.
My eyes widen at his admission, and then a smirk slowly appears.I get Levi’s hands on me? Even if it’s for a spell? Yes, please. Excited now, I bite my lip to keep from having released the biggest smile of my life and quickly school my features when Levi’s eyes look back up.
