Groomed For Love

And although I still have no idea what the man must see in me, I can tell from my own sly glances at his crotch that he likes what he sees.

Is it me, or is he just barring up watching his dog getting washed so he doesn’t have to do it?

I’m hoping it’s the former, but at this stage, I couldn’t care less.

I feel wet in more ways than one once I start to hose down Moose, who is suddenly so well behaved it’s beyond suspicious.

There’s a mirror above the bath, we use it to keep an eye on the front door of the salon, but I can only see Parker staring at me as I bend over, his hand straying to his bulging cock as he starts to moan.

Like he’s in a trance or something.

I should be frightened, I could be turning to tell him to straighten up his act. That it’s inappropriate.

But the feeling he’s broadcasting is traveling through the room and right up the inside of my thighs, deep inside someplace that I know now for sure I want Parker to bury his face first followed by that huge dick of his.

I’ve never had a sexual thought about an older man in my life.

Any man at all really.

But knowing I’m appreciated for once in my life. Knowing I have a certain effect on a real man?

It’s the biggest freaking turn on ever, so much so I almost forget how to wash a dog. But Moose is understanding.

He just stands there, waiting patiently, and I’m sure he shoots me another of his little winks as he grins at me once he picks up on how his master is feeling.

I feel my knees going weak, and my whole body shiver at the thought of Parker running those huge hands of his over me as I’m bent over the bath, but then the damned phone rings.

Interrupting what might have been the beginning to the perfect day after all.

I pull myself together enough to catch his attention, begging him to pick up the phone, almost wishing straight away I hadn’t.

It’s the hospital, and I know instantly that it’s about Sasha.

And once Parker holds the phone away from his ear, I can hear her voice trying her best to shout out the obvious instructions she hinted at before she was carted off in the ambulance.

She doesn’t want me in her salon for one more minute.

Doesn’t want me touching another of her client’s dogs.

Doesn’t want me working here anymore.

I guess I should thank my stars she’s not talking or even shouting about suing me yet. Trying to have me arrested for almost killing her.

Who the heck doesn’t tell you they have a nut allergy? Every Vegan is like falling over themselves to advertise the fact… I thought allergies were the same?

I can feel Moose consoling me as I go through the motions of finishing his bath, rinsing his shampoo, and shutting off the water to dry him off.

But I still feel numb.

I can feel Parker too, still standing behind me as he hangs up the phone. Knowing he’s a hundred percent behind me in more ways than one.

But it doesn’t take the sting out of it.

It doesn’t take the pain out of my chest, knowing I’ve failed once again.

Knowing that somebody else in this world doesn’t want me because I screwed up.

“Let me help you with that,” Parker says, not skipping a beat as he moves over, patting Moose’s damp fur and covering him with a towel before he starts to shake all his wetness all over us both.

“See? I told ya. He’s not the best doggy when it comes to bath time… He wants to make everyone else as wet as he is,” Parker says, his hands brushing over mine as we loosely fight to cover Moose with a huge towel, making us both laugh for a second.

Almost making me forget everything else.

“Why don’t I help you dry him off, then you can show me how to clip his nails, and then we can get out of here?” Parker suggests, resting one of his huge hands over mine as he looks down at me, his lips giving me a comforting smile.

The lips I wish he’d just press up against mine.

Put me out of my misery and either just kiss me, fuck me or tell me I’ve got no hope like my boss just told him.

I surprise myself and readily agree.

We finish Moose’s bath and I fetch a second hose from the reverse vacuum we use to dry dogs, and Moose seems to enjoy being spoiled by the two of us.

He sits pretty well through me showing Parker how I’d clip his nails, which only need a tiny trim.

Moose being on his feet so much.

“He really likes you,” Parker says, pointing out the obvious, but also hinting at an answer to my own hidden question.