“Is this like a massage?”
“There’s no touching—”
“Bummer for me.” His grin was wide, showing a mouthful of perfect white teeth.
I crossed my arms. “I was going to say, there’s no touching unless you feel comfortable with it. Though I’d prefer if maybe you didn’t get sweat all over this table. It’s borrowed.”
“If I go back inside to shower, I’m not coming out again. I don’t want to do this in the first place.”
“Yes, you made that clear yesterday,” I said, adding his sexy-as-hell Australian accent to the growing list of things that I had to steel myself against.
Focus. You’re here to help…
Kai chucked his empty can in the gardener’s trashcan at the side of the guesthouse. “So what’s the plan? You wave that stick of incense over me and chant in Sanskrit?”
“Not quite. You lie here, and I help guide healing energy to whatever area needs relief.”
“My elbow,” he said. “This voodoo is for my elbow.”
“It’s not really up to you or me to decide. The energy will go wherever there is pain.”
“You don’t actually believe that, do you?”
“If I didn’t believe in it, I wouldn’t be here.”
“Fine.” He lay down on the table. “Let’s get this over with.”
Kai
I must be crazy to do this, I thought as I stretched out on Daisy’s dentist chair. Or she is. Crazy beautiful.
“What do I do?” I asked loudly to drown out my unhelpful thoughts. “Close my eyes?”
“If you want,” she said. “Some clients find it relaxing and fall asleep. Some like to comment about what they’re experiencing. It’s up to you.”
Daisy was too damn stunning to be this close to me. The view of her breasts when she leaned over me made it difficult to keep my body in check, and the scent of her flowery perfume made me want to grab a fistful of her soft curls and bring her in closer, and…
Whoa, slow down, mate.
Having to explain a hard-on would thoroughly ruin the don’t-give-a-fuck attitude I was going for. Closing my eyes seemed like the safest option
I settled my sweaty shoulder blades onto the table. “Great. I could use the nap.”
She rolled pale jade eyes of hers skyward.
“Do you roll your eyes at every client?” I asked.
She smiled. “Nope. You’re special.”
“Very true.”
“It’s not a good special. More of a pain-in-the-ass kind of special.”
I laughed. “Do you also routinely tell your clients that they’re a pain in the arse?”
“If the shoe fits...”
“Not very Zen of you.”