I raised a brow at her. "Wow, really?"
She quickly nodded, her head bobbing along like a small child. "Right? Like, how unprofessional. Don't worry though, they'll still get that nice bill of theirs," she said, guessing my reaction. "Let me know if you need anything extra!"
I turned to face the empty, echoing clubhouse and let out a long breath. Without the hunky Liam keeping my body—and thoughts—occupied, I aimed to chill out some more. Slipping the headphones out of my purse, I put them on over my ears and grabbed my cellphone. All I wanted to do now was to drown out everything else and be left alone with my sadly horny body.
Since no one else was there, I draped my robe outside the door to the sauna and slipped inside completely naked, the hiss of steam hitting me in the face as I opened the door. The sauna room was both suffocating and snug, enveloping me into its arms. I found a corner on the wooden teak bench and took a seat. The heat from the sauna was almost no match for the heat that Liam had caused between my thighs.
Fidgeting with my phone, I found my favorite new meditation track and leaned my head back against the wall, closing my eyes as I pushed play.
Let the image of the sandy beach take you to your inner mind. Now breathe in. Breathe out, the soft spoken voice said in my ears.
Instead of some sandy beach, I imagined Liam's magic fingers on my thighs again. I groaned, wishing beyond anything that he would just touch me between my legs, even if only for a moment. I was aching with need, squeezing my thighs together tightly before letting my spread legs fall to either side, trying to relax them. It didn't help one bit with how badly the pounding deep inside my pussy was killing me.
LIAM
The whiteboard in the employee's lounge seemed awfully empty, and when I double-checked, sure enough, Keith had called in sick. I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and cracked it open, gulping it down easily.
That last client—a Miss Aly Waterhouse—refused to leave my thoughts, making my throat dry. With those round, sexy curves laid out for me to feast my eyes on, I was very thankful that the only person in the room with me was Aly, lying face-down on the massage table. That way she couldn't see the hard-on I was sporting during our session… Although judging by the soft moans that I heard while my hands were on her thighs, I wasn't the only one having trouble keeping things to myself.
"Liam! Just the man I was looking for!" Henry, our staff coordinator, bellowed as he walked into the lounge.
"Hey, Henry."
"I don't know if you noticed, but we're a little short-handed for the day. I don't suppose you would mind helping out?"
Henry's gray mustache twitched, and it was clear from the ruddiness in his cheeks and the sheen on his forehead that he'd already been running himself ragged as it was.
"Sure thing. What do you need me to do?"
The look of relief on his face was instant. "After that last appointment cancelled on us, it looks like the woman's clubhouse is empty for the day. We'll need to restock any towels, collect used towels and linens, and just make sure it's cleaned up in there. I'll go around the lobby area and straighten up while Marisa is on her break."
Nodding, I added my name under the space for Woman's Clubhouse Duties and made my way across the spa to grab a laundry bin. At least it would help me clear my mind of Aly Waterhouse and her soft, dewy skin.
Luckily, there weren't a whole lot of used towels strewn all over the place like on our busier days, so it didn't take long to clean them up. The dampness in the locker room was getting to me, making me feel as though I was working inside of the sauna itself.
Which reminded me… I nearly forgot to check inside the sauna.
I pushed the laundry bin along, wiping up a few wet spots on the floor as I went, and stopped outside of the women's sauna, perplexed. The white robe that was hanging on the door made me pause. Henry did say that the clubhouse was empty… and he was spot on when it came to knowing who was where inside the spa.
I simply shrugged my shoulders, figuring that maybe one of the women put their robe on the door and then took their towel inside, wrapping it around themselves as they emerged. Or not. I grinned to myself, knowing how some of the women were hardly ashamed to walk around naked. I'd even come across a few of them like that, accidentally.
The steam coating the glass should've made me stop and think some more, but by the time I had my hand on the door handle and pulled it open, it was too late. The sauna was still on, and not only that, it was occupied.
By none other than Aly fucking Waterhouse.
Through the steam, I could make out her outline, sitting on the far side of the sauna, cross-legged on the bench. There was no white towel in sight, and she was totally naked, her eyes closed and relaxed as she listened to something through her thick headphones.
I should turn around. I should shut this door and pretend I never saw her. This is breaking pretty much every single rule there is.
I tried to tell myself all these things and more, but it was no use. I had about five seconds before the sauna would cool off enough to catch her attention, or I could step inside and see what happened next.
I shut the door quietly behind me, my brain no longer thinking about the consequences. Taking in a deep, thick breath of steam, I licked my lips and took a few steps closer to her. With her eyes shut, she wasn't paying any attention and had no idea I was even in there with her.
The more I looked at her sitting there in all her beautiful, sexy glory, the harder my dick became. And the harder my dick got, the less I started thinking like a normal person and the more I started thinking like an animal. There were no thoughts except how I could manage to touch her like I had before.
I stripped my polo off, tossing it to the side, my eyes glued on Aly. The way she'd moaned in the room, how she kept squirming as my fingers got closer and closer… if she only knew how badly I wanted to sink them knuckle-deep inside of her…
The numbers dialed down as I turned the switch on the inside wall, giving us a little actual breathing room for what I had planned. Settling myself in front of her, I hardly cared that my knees were soaked on the floor. I was almost at eye level with her and desperately wanted to kiss her.
ALY
As much as I tried to concentrate on the beach and the swaying palms and all that jazz, it was completely hopeless. Every time I thought about the waves crashing at my feet, I imagined Liam and his magic fingers rubbing my shoulders. And when I was supposed to be letting all the thoughts in my mind float away, instead I was thinking how soft his lips would be on mine.
My eyes fluttered as a chill took over me right as my thoughts lingered more on Liam. If I were sitting like this on the massage table right now, what would he do? If he were interested, maybe he'd smile and lean forward, his face so close to mine… I took in a quick breath, nearly startled at how my mind was playing tricks on me. It almost felt like I really was close to him.
And maybe he'd kiss me, his lips melting against mine. My breathing picked up as I imagined it so well that my mouth moved against his phantom mouth. In my mind he was coaxing my lips open, his tongue slipping past and enveloping my mouth in his. I shuddered under the way my mind was working against me.
Holy shit! I'd tried so many times to get to this meditation zone where things felt real and tangible, and I'd finally made it! Maybe there was something to sweat lodges and meditation after all.
Getting more into the fake Liam's touch, my heart raced. In my mind he was still kissing my mouth, exploring me with his tongue, but for some reason, I felt his mouth skip to the corner of my chin, trailing kisses down my neck until he hit an exquisite spot right under my earlobe…
My eyes flashed open instantly, all of the feelings so intense that there was no way… And crouched right in front of me, pulling back with his eyes wide, was the real thing. Liam was in the sauna with me, kissing me. Liam, my sexy massage therapist, was actually kissing me.
I opened my mouth, but couldn't find the right things to say,
half incredibly vulnerable and violated, and half even wetter from the excitement that this real Liam had created in the pit of my belly.
"Don't worry. No one's coming in here. I turned down the heat just a little, too. I'm sorry, it's just… there's something I've been wanting to do since I first heard you moan on the table."
I was in such shock that I couldn't move. It was a rarity that I was struck speechless, but my body was so relaxed that my mind must have reached that state too, because even though I knew it was wrong and that it could possibly cost Liam his job, I didn't want to stop him.
He took my silence as consent and dropped his mouth down to my collarbone, this time his hands on my sides, his thumbs pressing into my hips. My eyes fluttered quickly and I looked down at the dirty blonde hair that was tickling my chin, unsure of how I could possibly be this lucky.