Page 32 of Miss Belief

I contemplated the vulnerability edging her words. “Then I’d argue you haven’t found the right man yet.” I paused, wondering who could be the right man for Teagan. “What, uh, would you look for in a potential mate?”

She gave a snort of laughter. “Please don’t say mate ever again. Makes me feel like a goat.”

My smile was tough to manage with the goo tightening my face. At least I was now able to open my eyes. “Why would you say a goat, of all animals?”

She shrugged while I bit back a groan of pleasure at the way she was now massaging my hands. “Goats mate same as any other animal, I suppose.”

I needed to get off of the mating topic. “True. By the way, how exactly is this payback for our shopping trip?” I thoroughly enjoyed the way her strong hands kneaded my arm, and tried not to notice how she was now leaning over me, the soft swell of her breasts inches from my face.

“I may have underestimated how much you’d enjoy being my guinea pig.”

“So tell me again. You finished cosmetology school?”

“No, not quite. I had a few more classes to go.”

I focused on her face. Her expression showed concentration as she massaged my left hand. Never would I have thought a hand massage would feel so good. “You miss it?”

“Mm, sometimes. But it’s probably better as a hobby. Friends-and-family type of thing.”

“Why? You could go work at a spa.”

Her eyes locked with mine, and I knew in an instant I’d asked the wrong question.

“It probably doesn’t pay as much as the assistant position, I take it?” I inquired quietly.

“No, it doesn’t. Anyhow, your mask is set, so I’ll grab some warm water and get it off of you.”

I opened my jaw, feeling the mask crackle as a result. “’Kay, what’s next?”

“Let’s order some food.”