Page 8 of Worth Loving You

My sight shot to her through my lashes while I poked at my dinner. Rolling my eyes, I took a bite. “Okay, so this dude comes in and he’s tall, and he’s somewhat built.”

“Okay, are we talkin’ ‘bout large like The Rock, lean like Bill Skarsgård in Hemlock Grove, or somewhere in the middle like Channing Tatum?”

I blinked, pausing my chewing. Pushing the food to my cheek, the fork tucked into my palm, I curled my index over my mouth and said, “You really need to stop watching so much tv. It’s not healthy.”

“I’m buildin’ an image here, Chazz. Work with me.”

Scoffing, I rolled my shoulders. “Uh… Bradley Cooper?”

“Ooh, that’s hot.”

I snickered. “You have no idea. Wavy blond hair that fell to his ears, gray eyes, just a hint of a beard, a cleft chin.” Hesitating, I stared at her before adding, “Long dick.”

Her spine snapped straight, the fork hitting the floor. “What?”

“Look, it’s not uncommon for guys to get stiffies during a massage, but this guy…holy shit.” I held my palms about eight inches apart.”

“Dang, girl. Was he thick?”

“I don’t know, he was covered by a towel. But Christ, Jenn,” I groaned, my shoulders slumping forward. “The sounds this man made while I was massaging him. By the time he was done, I had to change my panties.”

She gasped and giggled, “Chastity Lou, you sure don’t talk like you a virgin.”

“Just because I haven’t done it, don’t mean I don’t know what’s going on.” I took a few small bites, chewing quickly. “Twice, he accidentally touched my crotch and I damn near hit the floor. I’ve never gotten turned on by a customer. I’ve been at this seven years, never once had even an inkling of curiosity toward someone. This dude, Jesus, I don’t even want to go into the thoughts that have been in my head since this morning.”

She giggled, getting a napkin from the bag to wipe the fork. Poking her food, she leaned a forearm on the edge of the table and tipped her head. “You sure you should see him again, then? I mean, ain’t that gonna be hard on you? Massagin’ him and all, touchin’ him, with all them dirty little thoughts.”

Clucking the back of my teeth, I took another swig from the wine bottle. “Doesn’t matter much what goes on in my head when he only cares about the massage.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Trust me, I do. You didn’t see his expression when he first looked at me. He almost asked to be seen by someone else.”

Her lips pursed and pouted, her brows arching. “But now he wants to see you again.”

“No, he wants to feel me again, there’s a difference.”

Her brows wiggled with a mischief grin.

“Not like that!” I laughed. “I’m good at what I do, he knows it, and now he’s hooked. The massage is all he wants.”

She shrugged, taking another bite. “Just as well. It ain’t smart to get involved with business.”

“Like I told you last night, I don’t have time for that. I’m just interested in my career, making money, and paying bills. I don’t plan to live in this dump forever.”

“There’s more to life than that, sugar.”

“No,” I snipped, pointing my fork. “There’s more to your life than that. My life is just fine as it is. I like my life, can we not try to change that?”

Tapping at her food, she eyed me for a moment. “Yeah, all right. I don’t wanna meddle none.”

“So, anything else happen at work today?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

She chattered on and on about her day while I somewhat listened just enough to communicate and keep the conversation going, but for the most part, I was thinking of Milo Pampinella and Thursday morning.

My phone chimed with a text, sending my pulse into a racing whirlwind of excitement. Picking it up and tapping the screen, I read his address.

Can’t wait to see you, Chazzy.