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  “So you had a good night?”

  “Good doesn’t even scratch the surface,” I said. “I had the sexiest night of my life.”

  “That’s it. It’s settled. We should both stay. Fuck the States. We’ll be professional muses from now on.”

  I laughed. “You are so right. I can’t think of a single reason why we shouldn’t spend the rest of our lives here.”

  Megan rolled onto her back and looked at the ceiling. “I did drugs tonight.”

  I rolled my eyes. “When you call it drugs, it makes you sound like a real amateur.”

  “I am an amateur!”

  “What did you do?”

  “A bunch of coke.”

  “A bunch, huh?”

  “Some? I don’t know. Any coke is a bunch to me.”

  I had no interest in doing drugs at this stage in my life, but I’d experimented when Megan was in her serious relationship so I understood the appeal. “And how was it?”

  “It was fucked up.” She rolled her head towards me. “I think I gave six thousand high-fives.”

  “Wow.”

  “On top of out-dancing everyone in the club.”

  “I’m sure you did.”

  “And that was before I let Matteo fuck me in the bathroom.”

  “What?!”

  “And the craziest part is that it was all my idea.”

  “Whoa, Megan.”

  “Don’t worry. It was a really nice place. The bathroom was super clean. It had a couch and everything.”

  I shook my head.

  “Did you and Jack have a chance to get frisky tonight?”

  “Yeah,” I said. “He reserved the rooftop of a local bar.”

  “He what?!” She sat up on her knees, her butt sliding to the side a second later.

  I shrugged. “It was no big deal, but one thing led to another.”

  “And?!”

  “And he was amazing.”

  Megan smiled.

  “Every inch of him.”

  She squealed and clapped her hands together.

  “Shhh! It’s after two.”

  “Sorry,” she whispered. “I’m just so excited for you!”

  “I know. Me too. I really needed that.”

  “So was he kind of conservative or-”

  “Not at all,” I said. “In fact, he was really bossy.”

  Megan groaned and let her head fall back. “I love that.”

  “To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I would, but his confidence was contagious.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean I acted way freakier than I normally would.”

  “Do you think it’s something in the air here? Or the drinks?” she asked. “Or did we just meet two really amazing guys?”

  “I have no idea,” I said. “But I’m not complaining.”

  Chapter 17: Jack

  I followed the signs for the spa like it was a scavenger hunt, trying not to dwell on the fact that someone else would be massaging Audrey.

  At least for a little while anyway.

  Once I reached the spa, I walked down so many narrow teak hallways I started to feel like I was in some kind of Thai Alice and Wonderland. I passed a room full of tiny gold Buddhas, a room full of trickling fountains, and a room full of rich maroon and gold tapestries.

  Finally, I pushed open a door that revealed what I really came to see: Audrey’s smiling face.

  “Hi,” she said, standing up as I entered the room. She was wearing her white hotel robe and matching slippers.

  “Hello again,” I said, leaning forward to kiss her on the cheek. “How are you today?”

  “Good,” she said, her lips pink and shiny.

  I searched her eyes for clues. I wanted to know how she slept, if she lied awake thinking of me, if she wanted to skip the massage and let me wear her out myself, but I also wanted to play it cool.

  After all, last night didn’t mean to her what it meant to me. It couldn’t have. It was too ridiculous to even consider. I’m sure she had her pick of men back home.

  “You?” she asked.

  “I’m great,” I said. “I went on a wonderful date last night with the most gorgeous woman.”

  She took a seat on the bench. “Is that so?”

  “Yeah,” I said, sitting beside her.

  She batted her eyelashes. “Gorgeous, huh?

  “You wouldn’t even believe someone like her existed unless you saw her yourself.”

  She rolled her eyes.

  “I know I didn’t.”

  “Funny you mention that,” she said. “I went on a date myself last night.”

  “How was it?”

  “Pretty good.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “Pretty good?! That’s all? Pretty good?”

  She shrugged and smiled at me.

  “I have half a mind to rip your robe open right now and see if I can’t change your mind.”

  She pursed her lips. “I’m sure there’s nothing under my robe you haven’t seen before.”

  “That’s exactly why I want to tear it off you so bad.”

  She blushed and glanced down at her lap. “I’m really looking forward to this. I’ve never had a Thai massage before.”

  “Well you’re in for a treat,” I said. “They’re famous for good reason.”

  A few minutes later, a short Thai woman in a silk purple uniform entered the room and offered a ceremonious smile. She held the curtain opened and gestured for us to enter. After ducking past it, we walked down a long hallway to an open door and stepped inside.

  The room was shaped like a large wooden gazebo and smelled of Jasmine, and the skylights were covered by leafy green trees so it wasn’t too bright.

  In the center of the room, another masseuse was waiting. She bowed when we entered and handed each of us a thin tunic to put on before pointing to opposite corners of the room, each featuring an ornate room divider for us to change behind.

  I hated the idea of Audrey being naked in the room with me and not being able to see her, but I did my best to be a gentleman, reminding myself that I had all day to make a move and that it would be easier once the masseuse did the hard work for me.

  Once I’d changed, I came around the room divider and saw both masseuses kneeling on the ground next to thin mats that were lying parallel on the floor. Audrey stepped out a moment later and the women gestured for us to lie down.

  As soon as I sat down, I spoke to Audrey’s masseuse briefly in Thai. The woman looked down at Audrey’s bandaged foot before nodding back at me, and I was relieved that my words had come out right.

  “I thought you said you could only read menus?” Audrey asked.

  “I looked it up this morning. Thought it might come in handy.”

  “Thanks,” she said. “It was nice of you to go to the trouble.”

  “It’s nothing. Besides, I can’t have her messing up my fine work now, can I?” I smiled and lay down on my back. “And don’t be a hero,” I said. “Let her know if she’s being too firm.”

  “Okay.” Audrey lay down and rested her head on the small folded towel behind her.

  For an hour and a half the woman kneaded my body until it felt like a soft pudding, working down from my head to my toes, guiding me into all kinds of different sitting and lying positions.

  As always, despite the fact that the masseuse had hands the size of a small child’s, the strength in her fingers and palms blew me away. I couldn’t help but be impressed with her skill as I enjoyed the barely audible music, which sounded like a medley of the xylophone’s greatest hits.

  I did groan a little when the woman was folding me like an accordion, crunching my legs up against my chest and splaying them out to the side so she could press her heels against my inner thighs. Of course, I didn’t dare make a fuss in front of Audrey no matter how uncomfortable I was. My ego simply wouldn’t allow it.

  Plus, I was too busy listening to the sound of Audrey giggling and apologizing every time the woman touched her
unbandaged foot which made everyone laugh, even the masseuses who seemed keen to retain their professional composure.

  When they finally stopped, Audrey and I laid in silence as soft and immobile as if we were moss growing on our respective mats.

  A few minutes later, one of the women returned with a tray. It had two small teacups on it and a glass teapot full of floating flowers that seeped orange into the boiling water.

  After setting it down, the masseuse smiled at us and pulled the door closed on her way out, perhaps to give us some privacy as we tried to transition back to reality.

  “Well?” I asked, laying on my side and propping my head up on my hand. “What did you think?”

  “I think I’m going to ask her to marry me.”

  I laughed. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

  “Enjoyed is not a strong enough word,” she said, rolling over to face me. “I think I got high off it.”

  “It’s the incense. It’s laced with opium.”

  Her eyebrows jumped up her face. “Really?”

  I shook my head. “No.”

  She rolled her eyes. “How about you? Did you like it?”

  “Yeah. Except for the part when she tried to bend my leg in three ways it doesn’t go all at once.”

  Audrey smiled. “Maybe you should work on your flexibility.”

  “Maybe I should.” I sat up just enough that I could pour the orange tea into each cup. “Are you offering to help?”

  She shrugged. “I might be able to show you a few things.”

  I set the teapot down. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

  “Seriously, though. That was exhausting.” She rolled onto her back again and let her arms fall to her sides. “I thought I’d feel invigorated, but I’m like a wet noodle.”

  I looked at the thin tunic draping her body and got jealous. “How wet are you exactly?” I asked, keeping my eyes on her as I peered over the edge of my teacup.

  She rolled her head to the side and squinted at me.

  “Actually,” I said, “there was one thing I didn’t like about the massage.”

  “Besides the leg bending?”

  “Yeah.”

  “What?”

  “I was really jealous of how her hands were all over you like that.”

  She sat up on her elbows. “Can I tell you something that’s been bothering me?”

  “Of course.”

  “I’m not sure if you’re a really great kisser or if I just had a lot to drink last night.”

  Chapter 18: Audrey

  His eyes narrowed at me in just the way I was hoping they would.

  And I was so pleased with myself for being flirtatious and coy when what I really wanted to do was admit that I wished it had been his hands on me, too. Then I would’ve been aroused when it ended instead of soupy feeling and sexually frustrated.

  I mean, last night had been the longest night of my life, and I couldn’t wait to have him again, to drink him in like he had me, to explore every inch of him.

  As long as I didn’t have to wake up from this dream, I only wanted to go deeper into it. I was desperate to give myself to him in every way he would take me, to talk dirty again, to have him pin my hands above my head and tear me open until I was lightheaded.

  I pursed my lips.

  He set down his tea and crawled over to my mat. That’s when I noticed that the tunics they’d given us didn’t look entirely unlike scrubs, and I felt full of electricity as he lay on his side next to me, his tan face framing his blue eyes.

  “Sorry,” he said, furrowing his brow. “What was it that you said was bothering you?”

  “I don’t know if you’re a good kisser or if I was just drunk?”

  “You tell me,” he said, leaning in and grazing his mouth against mine.

  Our lips caught on each other and he dragged his tongue along my top lip before slipping it into my mouth. His breath was sweet and he tasted like tangerine tea. I could feel his hunger for me growing as I kissed him back, and the feeling lit a fire in my stomach that brought my lazy limbs back to life.

  He put a hand around my lower back and pulled my body against his. Then he slid his hand over my ass and down the back of my thigh until my leg was over his hip, his fingers sinking into my thigh.

  With the little strength I had, I pressed my hips against his and ran a hand up his chest, crumpling his tunic in my fist and pulling him towards me, sucking his tongue into my mouth as he reached around me and slid his hand between my thighs.

  Suddenly, a soft knock at the door caused us to bounce apart like we were spring loaded. By the time the small woman’s head peeked in to see if we were still there, Jack had already put his towel over his lap and was facing away from the door.

  “We were just going,” I said.

  After the woman nodded and left, I looked down at the towel over Jack’s crotch and laughed.

  “I’m glad you’re amused.”

  “You started it.”

  “Did I?” he asked.

  “You most certainly did.”

  “Oh,” he said. “Well in that case, I’d like to finish what I started.”

  I swallowed. “Maybe you’d like to come back to my room for a drink? It’s nice and cool and-”

  He rose to his feet. “Will you be serving what you were serving last night?”

  “If that’s what you feel like.”

  He smiled and walked over to his divider, but he didn’t walk around it. Instead, he just pulled his tunic off over his head so he was standing there shirtless, his pants pulling across his hips where his dick was nearly bursting through the thin fabric.

  I couldn’t move.

  He kept his eyes on me as he untied the thin string and pulled his pants down, revealing nothing except the hard-on he had for me. “And what about you?” he asked, reaching for his clothes hanging over the divider. “Are you thirsty?”

  I nodded, staring at his dick throbbing across the room as shamelessly as if I were behind a two way mirror. “Why?” I asked, bringing the small cup of tangerine tea to my lips and drinking it in one go.

  There was a flash of mischief in his eyes.

  I set the cup down and sat up on my knees, watching him slip his pants back on and stuff his dick back inside them.

  I stood up, walked to the side of the room where my robe was, and took one step around my divider.

  “What do you think you’re doing?”

  I poked my head back around. “I’m changing so we can get out of here.”

  He shook his head and crossed the room with his shirt in his hand. “I showed you mine. It’s only fair that you show me yours.”

  “I’m going to show you mine as soon as we get back to the room,” I said. “Isn’t that obvious?”

  “Now.”

  “But the lady might come back and then she’ll see me.”

  “That’s what makes it so exciting.”

  I looked at his face and then at the closed door and then at his face again.

  “Take off your top first,” he said.

  I pulled my shirt off over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra because I didn’t want the straps to interfere with my massage, but something told me he knew that already.

  When I looked back at him, his jaw was clenched and he was looking at my breasts with a palpable intensity.

  “Now your pants.”

  I kept my eyes on him as I untied the fabric belt and let my pants drop to the floor.

  He furrowed his brow as he lowered his gaze, shaking his head at the sight of me.

  I felt strangely exhilarated by the fact that someone might come in, but far more excited by the fact that he clearly liked what he saw.

  “If those mats weren’t so uncomfortable, I’d have you right here.” He took a step towards me and reached for my breasts.

  I smacked his hand away. “No touching,” I said. “You have to wait.”

  “Get dressed.”

  “Oh now you’re in a hurry, are you?”
I asked, feeling slightly crazed from the thrill of my inappropriate nakedness.

  “Yes,” he said. “And you would be too if you knew what I had planned for you.”

  I grabbed my robe from the top of the divider and slipped it back on, flicking my hair over my shoulders. “Shall we?”

  He pulled his shirt on and gestured for me to lead the way so I did, conscious that he was probably staring at my ass with every step. But I didn’t care. Because I was someone else with him, some kind of sex goddess that played games in the bedroom- a muse, perhaps, as Megan had called it.

  The walk back to the room was impossibly long. I mean, I thought it was narrow and twisting on the way down earlier, but the tension between me and Jack almost didn’t fit through the slim corridors.