When the elevator dinged on the twelfth floor Martina stepped out into the foyer. She was greeted with a bench table topped with a bouquet of fake flowers. A gold ornate mirror hung directly above, giving her one last opportunity to check her appearance. She ran her fingers through her still damp hair, cursing that she hadn’t had time to style it. As a last minute tweak, she opened her coat and wrapped a decorative scarf around her neck. She admired her strategic choice of clothing, tight-fitting jeans and a tiny t-shirt. A casual ensemble that packed a sexual punch. With one last look, she pulled her shoulders back and headed to unit 1203.
Gathering her wits, she knocked on the door. She was surprised when Aleks greeted her, a bright and shiny smile spread across his face. The tight t-shirt he wore accentuated his sculpted arms. There was no doubt he was hot, but he didn’t stir up the same desire she felt when she looked at his friend.
“Hello, beautiful. I knew you’d eventually cave and come to visit me.” Hot, but obnoxious. When she didn’t take the bait he recovered quickly. “Joking. Come in. Rob’s been waiting for you.”
Waiting? That was a good sign. Or maybe he was just in pain, waiting for her to get her ass over to his place. Damn Amie for detaining her.
She entered the space and took in her surroundings. It looked like a men’s cliché threw up in their home. There was sports memorabilia everywhere. Oversize leather furniture, and a stacked entertainment system with the biggest screen she had ever seen outside of a movie theatre. Empty beer bottles lined the kitchen counter, and a few pizza boxes were piled in the corner.
She slipped out of her coat and laid it on the couch. She loosened her scarf around her neck but kept it in place. If Rob’s place was as cold as the Taylor home, she would need all the warmth she could get.
“I hear you have magical hands. Maybe one day I’ll get to feel those hands on me.”
“Mmm. From what I hear it seems Amie’s already claimed that honor.” Amie had told Martina she had nominated Aleks to be her guinea pig while she studied to get her Reiki Master designation. “I didn’t study Reiki, but I hear it can be pretty powerful. Notice anything different after your sessions with Amie?”
“No. Why? What did you hear?”
“Nothing!” Martina raised her hands in defense. It seemed Aleks was little uptight about the situation. Amie wouldn’t have slept with him. She was a very sexually open person, but she was always a professional. Martina was the only one who decided that sleeping with potential clients was a good idea.
“Hey, Martina.” That voice. It reverberated right through her, awakening every nerve ending in her body. When he looked at her with those soul-penetrating eyes, she felt completely naked even though she stood before him clothed from head to toe. He wore the same clothes, but his feet were bare. Sexy.
“Do you want to get started?”
“Sure.”
Aleks made his way out of the room. “I’ll be in my room. Let me know if I can be of service.”
Martina got the feeling that there was something hidden behind the words he said. Some sort of inside joke.
Rob clapped his hands together, bringing her attention back to the real reason she was there–to help him find some relief from the headaches that plagued him. “Where do you want me?”
“On the couch is good.” She rested her bag on the coffee table. “Can I wash up in your bathroom?”
“Sure. Right by the front door.”
She headed to the bathroom, completely aware that he was watching her from behind. “While I’m gone can you grab the stuff in my bag, please?”
“You got it.”
“I’m going to show you a few techniques you can do on your own.” While she rinsed her hands she yelled from the bathroom. “I brought a diffuser and some candles.” She dried her hands quickly. “Also a reflexology chart and…” When she entered the room she stopped short. Rob sat on the couch, pink dildo in hand.
“Do you plan on giving me a lesson in sex toys?”
Martina stood frozen. How embarrassing.
“I...I forgot that was in there. That was the purse I had Friday night when we…”
“Fucked like animals. Yeah, I remember.”
She felt her face flush.
“No need to be embarrassed, Marty. We had a good time.” He held up the vibrator and pointed to it. “So did this guy.”
A loud laugh burst from her mouth. She couldn’t stop it. “How about we start with the stuff I brought to help you with your headaches? Our little friend will have to go away.”
“But he’ll get to come out and play later, right?”
“How do you know it’s not a girl? It is pink.”