Scoring Her (Billionaire Bad Boys 3.5)

He looked to Lexi and Wes, huddled together as he kneeled down to her height and listened to her prattle on about the pre-pageant setup, and then back to me. “Feels meant to be.”

Ace cooed and wiggled in my arms, and Kline’s words hit a little deeper as a result. “Hell,” I admitted. “Maybe you are the smartest one.”

He laughed and slapped me on the shoulder before shoving off the wall with his foot as the lights came down. “Looks like it’s time to take our seats.”

I followed behind him and Wes as we walked down the aisle to our seats and scooted in past the people who had already been there while we shot the shit in the back of the room.

Three men and a beauty pageant. Sounds like there’s movie potential there.

I lay on my belly with my face resting on the headrest of the massage table, and the relaxing sounds of soft, classical music filled the darkened room as Eduardo’s fingers dug into the tired and achy muscles of my neck and shoulders.

I moaned out loud and without shame when he successfully rubbed out a persistent and painful knot below my left shoulder blade.

God, the room was so serenely peaceful, my body had started to feel boneless and my eyes were falling farther and farther closed with each soothing caress of Eduardo’s fingertips. I was convinced he had been sent straight from masseuse heaven just for me.

Yeah…this is fluffing bliss…

“Does that feel good, Miss Cassie?” he asked on an extrasoft whisper.

Jesus, even his voice was soothing. I was half tempted to ask Thatcher to buy me Eduardo for Christmas, but I thought better of it when I remembered that I often used massages from my husband as a segue into any sexual act that would lead me straight into a toe-curling orgasm—and that Christmas was still several months away.

Plus, my husband had wicked huge hands that knew all of my secret spots.

Who needed masseuses like Eduardo when you had a huge, sexy, Jolly Green Giant at home to wait on you hand and foot?

I mean, don’t get me wrong, Eduardo was talented, but no man could ever match up to Thatcher’s skills.

The music switched over to a soft piano solo, and a dreamy, content sigh left my lips.

Yeah, nothing would ruin this perfect moment of peace and quiet and delicious rubbing and caressing for me. Absolutely nothing. Ace was with Thatcher at the ridiculous beauty pageant for the evening, I had no work to do, and for the first time in forever, I was blissfully alone.

All of those things equaled the freedom to get pampered and have zero responsibilities for the time being. Hallelujah!

As Eduardo’s hands moved down my back, I started to drift off to that glorious place of being not fully asleep, but not fully awake. The place where your mind was silent and your body was content just to be lazy and half comatose. No moving forward or looking back, just being.

“Cassie!” I heard a familiar voice shout from the hallway. I clenched my eyes and tried to move forward into sleep. Apparently, happy present time was over.

“Where are you, Casshead?” the voice called out, turning shrill.

I prayed I was just hearing things, but my prayers were cut short when the door to my massage room flung open with a bang against the wall. By the sound of it, I was guessing someone was going to be owing Mandara Spa some money for damages.

“Here she is!” a far too loud and cheery voice that I normally loved, but currently really fucking disliked, singsonged in the no longer quiet room.

Peacefulness, obliterated.

“What the hell?” I turned onto my back, for once in my life remembering to keep my tits under wraps, and found Georgia and Winnie, completely ignoring me and motioning for a couple of male staff members to bring two extra massage tables into the room.

Before I knew it, my peaceful, quiet, and perfect slice of heaven was filled with their chatter and Eduardo’s confused questions.

“Excuse me? Ladies?” he asked for what was probably the fourth time. They walked all over his quiet authority like it was laughable. “You need an appointment to get a massage.”

Winnie pointed toward me. “Oh, don’t worry. We’re with her.”

“No,” I refuted. “They’re not with me. I don’t even know these weird women.”

Eduardo looked helpless, glancing back and forth at us, so I turned my eye stinkier. I had a goddamn battle to win.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Georgia chimed in. “I’m your nanny, remember? The one who has been taking care of your adorable baby boy all day long…”

Okay, so she definitely had a point there. Fuck. I dialed back the stink eye slightly.

My best friend’s steadfast and determined gaze held mine until I relented and gave up the good fight for alone time for good. “Well, fuck it,” I conceded. “Let’s make it a goddamn girls’ night. Yipee,” I muttered with zero enthusiasm.

“All right!” Georgia clapped her hands. “Fantastic! I’m ready!”

Eduardo looked at them and then at me again.

“Mind adding two more to your schedule, Eduardo?” He smiled at the sweet curl in my voice. It was the one I used to get what I want, and it almost never failed.

“No problem,” he agreed with a blush, keeping the special voice’s record blemish-free. “Whatever you need, Miss Cassie.” I winked, and his eyes shot to the door. “I’ll give you ladies a minute to get changed and on the tables, and I’ll see if anyone else is available to give massages.”

An hour and a half later, we were boneless and relaxed and lying comfortably on our backs while Eduardo busied himself with cleaning up the room. Despite Winnie and Georgia’s rude interruption into my alone time, the Atlantis spa staff had managed to bring in two extra masseuses and massage all three of us at the same time.

Ninety minutes of full-body caresses and rubdowns had proved relaxing for all of us.

Although, I was starting to wonder if Georgia had fallen asleep. She had become so quiet over the past forty minutes while Winnie and I kept up a steady chatter of random, mindless girl gossip and chitchat.

“This was perfection,” Winnie said on a soft sigh. “I really needed this. Thanks for letting us crash your party, Cass.”

“Anytime,” I responded. “Before you bitches barged in, I was tempted to ask Thatcher to buy me an Eduardo for Christmas.”

I heard Eduardo chuckle softly near the sink in the far corner of the room.

“Would you be okay with that, Eduardo?” I asked in amusement. “You want to come hang out in New York with me and my husband and infant son?”

“You probably don’t want to agree to that, Eduardo,” Winnie teased. “Those two will give you nightmares you can’t come back from.”

“Kinky kind of nightmares?” he asked with a waggle of his brow, and Winnie and I cackled in response.

“Exactly like that,” Win added helpfully.

Eduardo didn’t miss a beat. “Well, I do like kinky…”

Win giggled and I grinned, but Georgia was still quiet as a mouse. Normally, she would’ve been all too willing to join in on this conversation. Or at least attempt to stop the path of the conversation. Something. Anything.

But radio silence? Yeah, my spidey senses were up and wondering what the fuck was up with my best friend. I looked toward her table for an inspection and found her eyes were open and her mouth was clamped shut. I did the opposite, narrowing my eyes and opening my big, fat mouth wide.

It’s got to be big to fit Thatcher’s whole cock. It ain’t called super for nothing.

“Hey, Wheorgie,” I called and victoriously won her attention.

Before thinking it through, she turned her head, and her eyes met mine. “What?”

“What’s going on? You’re awfully quiet.”

“Yeah, honey, are you okay?” Winnie asked with concern. “We haven’t heard a peep out of you for a while.”

She shrugged a shoulder. “I’m fine. Just a little tired.”

“You don’t look tired,” I disagreed. “You look like you’re thinking about something.”

“I’m not thinking about anything.”

“So you were just staring up at the ceiling thinking about nothing in particular?” I pushed further as I searched her gaze relentlessly. Within seconds, the fear practically seeped from her pupils. Only one thing made her pretty blue eyes look like that—hiding something. My best friend had a secret, and I was sure as fuck going to figure it out.

“Yep.” She swallowed hard, but she couldn’t hide the nerves in her voice. “I wasn’t thinking about anything.”

“Are you sure?” I sat up and propped a foot on the table.

“Yes.”

I quirked a knowing brow. “Positive?”

“Yep.”

“Because you look like someone who is lost in thought, and when someone is lost in thought, that generally means that have something very specific on their mind, and they would probably feel so much better if—”

“Kline and I have anal sex!” she cut me off on a shout before I could continue further with my nonsensical ramble.

Winnie’s eyes went wide, and I shot up off the table in absolute shock, dropping my sheet to the ground with a soft plop.

“What did you just say?” I questioned, not the least bit concerned that both of my engorged tits were bared for Eduardo’s gaze.