“As I recall, you’re the one who owes me for my services.”
“Not really. I think I evened the score when I joined you in the shower.”
“Then I guess we’re even.”
“Looks like it.” Too bad. She didn’t mind being in debt to him. Especially when there was a sexual nature attached to the payment.
He came closer. “Maybe we could start the game again.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“You mentioned that if you have other materials you could have done a better job.”
“Yes. I did.”
“I was wondering if you would be willing to show me a few things. Give me some tips.”
“Sure.” Maybe he was here for a professional visit. Only one way to find out. “And what do I get in return?”
“What if I said that I already have your end of the deal set up? It’s just a matter of you collecti
ng.”
“I would say I’m intrigued.” Indeed. If his end of the deal was anything like what they had done in that basement the day before she would do anything he asked.
“It’s a date.” He shuffled even closer.
“You mean it’s a deal.”
“Sure, whatever you want to call it.” His smile was intoxicating. Better than any drug she’d ever taken.
“I have classes, but I’m sure Amie will cover for me. I can meet you in a few hours.”
“How about my place? That way you can take a look at my surroundings and give me the best advice.”
His grin matched his reasoning, but his sly tactic didn’t change the fact that if there was a bed and condoms she would agree to anything.
“Sounds good.” Martina grabbed a business card off the desk and reached for a pen. Rob recited his address.
He walked over; close enough to take the card from her hand. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”
The scent of fresh soap surrounded her. She nodded. Every bone in her body urged her to lean forward and cover his lips with hers.
He leaned in. Her breath caught, but his face detoured around her shoulder and he grabbed the door handle, motioning her into the foyer.
A sexual adventure with Rob Taylor. How was she going to get through her class knowing that in only a couple of hours she would be in his home? Instead of ‘downward facing dog’ she would be thinking about his long heated looks. The way his brown eyes danced with desire, the way his cock bobbed eagerly against his stomach, and how thick it felt in her mouth. More importantly, the way she never got to feel what that cock felt like deep inside her. Would she feel the same way if it was someone else?
“Bye, Martina.”
“Bye.” She watched him push through the front door into the sunlight and disappear around the building.
She had to remind herself it was only sex. Just sex. She wasn’t looking for a man. She wasn’t looking for forever. Forever meant growing attached to someone. Forever meant the possibility of that person leaving. That was something she couldn’t stand to go through again.
Chapter 9
Martina rode the elevator up to Rob’s condo, butterflies dancing in her stomach. She’d left work in a hurry. Amie had held her hostage, pumping for more information about Rob and her feelings for him. She assured Amie there weren’t any. On both ends. Casual sex was the plan. She didn’t have any intention of falling for Rob. At least her brain had made that decision, but something tugged at her gut every time she was near him. Maybe it was the knowledge that he could give her exactly what she wanted. She barely knew him. They’d only spent one morning together. One glorious, pleasure-filled morning.
After a quick shower and change of clothes, she stuffed a bunch of things into her bag and rushed out the door, anxious to see Rob.