The locks of hair fell from his head and face. Progressively, more and more of Easton was revealed. It was like he had a bag over his head all this time and I was finally getting to see his real face. I hadn’t intended to stay for the entire thing, but I could just imagine having left and coming back to Easton when everything was done. I wouldn’t have recognized him. He was attractive, I knew that coming in, but without all the hair hiding his face, he was exceptionally hot.
“You’re a miracle worker,” I told the stylist. Under many men’s beards were receded chins and weak jawlines which they were doing their best to hide. Under Easton’s was a jawline cleft by Michaelangelo himself. Without all the hair, his sharp, high cheekbones were even more prominent. And then of course were those incredible lips that no longer had anything obscuring them from view. I sighed as the stylist did the finishing touches, cleaning up his brows.
Lord, what had I done?
I excused myself and flopped onto a nearby sofa. Making him more attractive wasn’t the plan but it had happened. Spending a day at the spa with him wasn’t the plan either but that had happened too. Since we were making a list, having sex with him hadn’t been the plan either. Here he was, hotter than ever and I still had to work with him, somehow ignoring everything he made me feel and maintaining some crumb of professionalism.
I was doomed.
15
Easton
So, this was how the super-rich wasted their time. Good to know. Not going to lie, it was fun. I could see why they did it, but I couldn’t see the reasoning behind doing it multiple times a month. It was like getting your car detailed, how often did you really have to do it?
The hairstylist took the smock away and dusted me off.
“What do you think?” She asked. I stared at the guy in the mirror. I knew that it was me, I just hadn’t looked like that in such a long time. It was the first time that I had seen my chin in months. I rubbed my hands over my jaw, getting used to feeling the skin without the cover of my beard. It would all grow back, I wasn’t worried about that. Now that I thought about it, the less hair I had, the less harassment I would get from Toby and Missy to take care of it. Why hadn’t I thought of that before?
“I’ll get used to it,” I told the stylist. I saw Missy behind me in the mirror.
“Are you happy now?” I asked her. She had a small little satisfied smile on her face.
“Yes, very.” We were done finally. We were shown back the room where we got the massages so that we could get dressed and get out of here. I caught myself peering into every reflective surface that I passed, the first couple of times a little surprised that who was looking back at me, but then again, also just checking myself out. I looked good. Part of me didn’t want to admit it because it would make Missy right, but she was right, I looked good. Maybe I would take my look out on the town and try it out on the unsuspecting female populace of New York City.
When we got to the massage room, Missy turned around so her back was to me. Looking over her shoulder expectantly, she waited for me to do the same. Oh, this again. She was going to pretend that we had never been far closer than just seeing each other naked before so that she could get dressed. She was going to play coy like I didn’t know what it felt like to be inside her. Okay, I would play along.
I started turning, enough so that she thought I couldn’t see her anymore. She started dropping her robe. Today, her hair wasn’t up, it fell loose and long around her shoulders. Looking at her from the back like that was so sexy for some reason. In the white room with her robe hanging off of her just like that, she looked like one of those old school paintings. This might have been my first interaction with Missy that hadn’t ended up in regret and disappointment. I had actually had fun with her. I had experienced something new, the spa treatments, but also a taste of Missy’s real personality. She was funny and she was smart. Our fields of knowledge didn’t seem to have that much overlap, but she knew what she was talking about when she talked about it.
I felt closer to her than I had ever felt before, even closer than when we had had sex. I felt pretty confident saying that we had made some strides in our relationship today and that she felt the same way. I dropped my robe still looking at her and then suddenly, her gray eyes flashed in my direction. The look of shock on her face was priceless. She was trying to watch me undress. I burst out laughing. She turned red and gathered her robe up around her again.
“I know what you’re going to say, I know you’re going to try and deny it, but you can’t do that, I caught you.” She turned around, holding the front of the robe so it wouldn’t open.
“You were looking as well. That’s the only way you could have seen me.”
“You’re right, I was.” I turned around so she got the full monty. She couldn’t help herself from glancing down at my cock.
“This is exactly what I was trying to avoid.”
“Then why keep trying to avoid it? It’s clear what both of us want.” I was starting to get hard and she noticed. She bit her lip.
“I don’t want a repeat performance of what happened in the dressing room of the shop.”
“I do,” I said. My voice was husky. I was at full mast now. I didn’t want to push her to do anything that she didn’t want to do but fuck did I want her. I wanted her right here and now. I wanted her because it felt like the walls were down between us finally. We didn’t have to pretend. I didn’t want to keep acting like she didn’t drive me absolutely crazy.
She sighed, looking unsure, but her arms loosened on her robe and she let it fall to the ground.
“Fuck,” I said. She was exquisite. Head to toe, not a single flaw. She was gorgeous. Round, full breasts tipped with light rose nipples. Curvy hips and thighs and flawless skin that I was dying to feel under my hands. I didn’t know what came over me when she was involved. I had never wanted anybody like I wanted her. How convenient when she might have been the only woman who was ostensibly off-limits. I walked up to her, my cock standing at attention.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I said.
“Wait, what if someone walks in?” she asked. If anyone walked in, then they were welcome to a show. I didn’t give a fuck but since it bothered her, I went and locked the door.
“Better?” I asked, coming back up to her.
“We still shouldn’t be doing this,” she said.
“I’m sure we wouldn’t be the first couple to have sex in this room after a romantic spa day.”
“We didn’t have a romantic spa day and we aren’t a couple. I’m technically at work right now and I work for you.”
“Fine, we’re just two people who want each other. What’s the harm in that?”
I closed the space between us, and she scooted back until she was trapped between the massage table and me.
“The rest doesn’t matter.”
“Doesn’t it?” she asked. Not to me. I leaned down and kissed her. Didn’t look like it mattered to her either. I felt her relax and lean back on the massage table. I hoisted her up so she was sitting and I stood between her legs. It was nothing like the first time that we did this. We were in public again but this time we’d get fair warning before anyone walked in. Before, we never even had time to get completely naked.
How much time did we have now?
I broke the kiss and gently pushed her back so she was leaning on the bed. She watched me as I bent down between her legs. I ran my fingers up and down her spread thighs. Where they met, I parted her lips. I leaned down and kissed her mound, kissing lower and lower until she flinched when I made contact with her clit.
“Oh Christ, Easy,” she said, sighing. I used my tongue, exploring her depths. To be honest it had been a while since I had been with a woman. I could do it, but I chose not to. I devoted my time to other pursuits. Pursuits, mostly work-related, which I would have gladly given up for the rest of my life if it meant I had regular access to Missy’s perfect-in-every-way form.
Maybe I
was being dramatic and I’d come to my senses when this was over but for right now, I liked the feeling of drowning. I wanted to get lost in her. Her scent was intoxicating and she tasted so good. Every sensation of her was pushing me into overdrive. Her moans were so silent I almost couldn’t hear her. We didn’t want to get caught but I wished she’d let lose completely, really show me what I did to her. I wanted to show her what she did to me.
16
Artemis
There was no mirror in front of me this time but honestly, I wished that there was. I couldn’t imagine broaching that question with the staff. Now that I thought about it, there was probably a lot, and I did mean a lot of sex taking place on their premises. They already did the romantic music during the massages, how about taking it up a notch and just leaving a bowl full of condoms and lube right there. No use hiding the kinds of things that their clients got up to when they came for a visit.
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what we looked like. Easton, even though he was the same terror that I had met several days ago had never been bad looking. Physically, the makeover had morphed him into something out of Greek mythology. It was literally only his face and hair that were different, but something else had changed during the course of our day together.
Where had he learned to do that so well? When a guy was good at going down on women, that meant a number of women had allowed him to go down on them in order for him to have practice. Money was the ultimate tool when it came to attracting beautiful women, and he had tons of it. Any old hunchback troll with a receding hairline, a beer gut, and bad breath could pull a twenty-five-year-old who looked like a Victoria’s Secret model if his net worth was high enough. I knew that Easton’s old appearance wouldn’t have been a strong deterrent once his fortune was revealed. I was still finding it hard to believe and wrap my head around. His hand joining his tongue working on me wasn’t making it any easier.
The transmission of my thoughts immediately stopped when my orgasm hit. This was what getting struck by lightning felt like. This was what it was like having your world rocked by an incredibly attractive man who just days ago, scratch that, just hours ago, you wanted to murder. I used every ounce of my being not to say anything, not to cry out, not to moan, not to let anybody on the outside know what was happening between us. That little bit of danger elevated the experience to levels of eroticism that I had forgotten even existed.
He was looking at me from between my legs when I had finally come down enough to register his presence in the room again. It was going to take some getting used to the new face but in a good way. With his face and expressions previously obscured behind his beard, I always imagined Easton with a default frown to which I had matched his lousy personality in my mind. He was grinning up at me, with a satisfied look on his face. I had had an orgasm, which was the point of having sex and which was more than many women got out of their sexual encounters anyway. Now would’ve been a perfect time to tell him that I did not want to continue. It was fun and I was thankful for his service, but we kept pushing the limits of appropriateness with our relationship and it had to stop.
“You alright there?” Easy asked me, grinning. Even if I had tried to lie in order to bruise his ego a little bit, he knew the truth.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this, you know,” I said.
“Right, now that you’ve gotten that little disclaimer out of the way, do you feel better?”
You know what? At least I tried.
The feeling of Easton’s big, thick member sliding between my lips felt a million times better than it had the first time. I lay back on the table while he stood, feeding me devastating strokes. He varied his rhythm and depth, and speed as he fucked me. All I did was my best not to scream. I wish that I didn’t have to hold back, but if I intended to return to the spa, they could not know what was going on in here.
Despite having had one explosive orgasm already, I didn’t last long. I came, bucking off of the massage table, biting my thumb between my teeth so that I didn’t vocalize too loud. I was in a daze while Easton had his orgasm. After feeling him pulse and shoot inside me, he leaned over the table, panting. Nothing happened for a few moments while he caught his breath and came down from the experience.
My regret chose this particular time to return. It was nowhere as strong as it had been right after our first time together. That was how it worked, right? I was sure that the first time a person robbed a bank, for instance, was the hardest, and then every time after that became routine. This could not become routine.
“I can’t believe this happened again,” I said.
“Oh please, you really want to play that game?” Easton asked, flopping onto the massage table beside me.
“What game?”
“The game where you pretend that this isn’t exactly what you want. That you aren’t incredibly attracted to me and it’s a fight daily just to be able to do your job peacefully.” I laughed at that, choosing not to correct him on it. In one case because he was right, in the other because he knew he was right, and I didn’t want him getting all smug about having one over on me.
“I don’t like this game very much,” I said.
“No, you love it. That’s why we keep playing.”
“It’s high time you accepted the truth, Missy.”
“And what kind of truth would that be?” I asked. I felt his hand run through my hair and I didn’t even stop him. I knew I must’ve looked like a mess, but I felt incredible.
“The fact that you are completely unable to resist me, and I can’t resist you either. We’re attracted to each other and that doesn’t seem like it’s going to change. Fighting it seems fruitless, so we might as well just go with it.” It was interesting the way his brain worked. Quite simply, one plus one made two. It was just black-and-white to him when in reality the shades of gray were infinite.
“You couldn’t possibly be suggesting that we date, Easton, are you?” I asked, sitting up. “Before you do, since this seems to be the role that I play in this relationship, I need to remind you that I’m technically on your payroll. I’m working for you and nothing could be more inappropriate.” I hopped off of the table. It wasn’t necessarily to have distance from him, rather to prove to myself that I meant what I said.
“I know that we’re working together. I didn’t forget but what does that have to do with anything?” he asked. I looked at him waiting for him to make his point because, at the moment, he wasn’t really making sense.
“What do you mean?”
“Would it really hurt if we try to see where things went? You aren’t scared about your job, are you? I mean, whatever we do together is not going to be grounds to fire you or withhold your pay.” I didn’t care about getting fired or not getting paid from this arrangement. Once again, it was also black-and-white to him. I was worried about the other risks that had nothing to do with money or my reputation at all. I could recover fairly easily and quickly from damage to the first two, but my feelings if they ever got involved would take time to recover. When I came to New York, this was the very thing that I was avoiding. Getting involved with Easy in this way was literally asking for things to become complicated. I mean how many possible ways could it play out?
I was doing well for once in my life. Focusing on my career and avoiding attachments, I had developed myself in ways that I didn’t even think were possible. That I had never bothered with before because I had never had to. I liked the way that things were, and Easton was going to make things complicated. I was going to end up right back where I had been in London, and at some point, I was going to run out of major cities to flee to.
“I really don’t have time for a relationship at the moment,” I said. That was both honest and safe. Something between Easton and I had changed today, and it had had nothing to do with the sex. Some valuable strides had been taken in actually understanding each other and it still felt very fragile and new. I didn’t want to ruin it or otherwise insult him.
“Oh no? What else are you doing?”
“I’m working, Easton. I’m building my business. At this moment, I’ve only had it for a few months. You know how important the initial stages of a business are.”
“I don’t think that the rules apply to your industry as well as mine.”
I shrugged. I wasn’t lying, but I still felt the need to apologize. “Sorry.” He sat up and tried to run a hand through his hair, forgetting that it was short now. My god, he looked good. Really the makeover had elevated everything about him. The rest and relaxation today that he was definitely unaccustomed to probably had something to do with it too. His eyes seemed brighter, his demeanor more pleasant and even his skin seemed more radiant. He was still naked as well which was a bit of a distraction.
“Okay, you have no time for romance. How about some no strings passionate fucking?”
I shook my head, laughing. It was such an inappropriate question asked so innocently that the contrast set me off. He looked at me like he couldn’t imagine what was so funny.
“Come on, our session is over. We have to get out of here.” I picked up my clothes and started getting dressed. His question still hung in the air, unanswered, and shockingly, I was considering it. The way he presented it, it was hard to fight. The truth of the matter was that his idea sounded very good, in fact, too good to me. As wrong as it was, I didn’t want to have to say no, but I was protecting myself and my newfound peace in New York City by refusing to engage with him. Right, but how long exactly was my vow of celibacy supposed to last?
Obviously, it had been broken already, but that was not the point. How long was I going to abstain from romantic relationships in general? I hadn’t put a timeline on it, because in my head, the embargo was indefinite. There were finally more important things going on in my life, the thought of romantic relationships had just fallen by the wayside a little bit.
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