Go on back to the massage room and get comfortable. I’ll be with you shortly.
-Grayson
“Get comfortable?” Frowning, I try the front door, which is unlocked, and head inside. Sheryl’s nowhere to be found either. The lights are all off, the only light coming in through the windows as I make my way down the hall back to the massage room, which is also empty.
This is weird. What does he mean by get comfortable? The only chair in the room is definitely not a comfortable chair, and besides that, there’s just the massage table.
Wait – he doesn’t want me to get on it, does he?
I glance around for help, either Grayson or Sheryl, but I’m still alone. I stick my head out the door when a voice from behind me calls my name.
“Jennie.”
I yelp and spin quickly around to face the empty massage room.
“Yes!?”
Am I imagining things?
“Why aren’t you comfortable?” I take a deep breath when I realize what’s happening. It’s Grayson’s voice and it’s coming from a small intercom on the wall.
“Comfortable?” I exclaim. “I am so far from comfortable right now. What did you do to my friend’s business!?”
“I’m in the middle of a business call,” Grayson continues as though he didn’t hear a word I said. “But if you’ll get undressed and lie flat on your stomach on the table, I’ll be with you soon.”
I laugh and put both hands on my hips. “Holy cannoli! You have got to be joking!”
“As your new boss, I suggest you do as I say and stop arguing.”
The same kind of anger you feel toward a boy in middle school after he just pulled your hair or threw a wet paper towel at you wells up inside me and I chew the inside corner of my lip.
“Why do I—?”
“Do as I say. Unless of course you don’t want your friend to get her license back,” Grayson says, and before I can respond, the intercom clicks off.
Son of a bitch.
Bribery! That’s what this is. Or blackmail. One of those two. But what choice do I have? Grayson is a billionaire. He can clearly pull strings to get what he wants, and what he wants right now is for me to strip and lie down on the table.
But why? I’m the masseuse – not him.
“You better appreciate this, Melissa,” I say to myself, fully aware that none of this really would have happened if it hadn’t been for me anyway.
So, with no other real option, I strip down completely, suddenly regretting my decision to go commando today, but not before checking for cameras. Then I do as Grayson said and lie flat on the table. A few minutes later, I hear heavy footsteps approaching from the hall.
I take a deep breath. Here we go.
4
Grayson
There she is.
I have to stop in my tracks when I see her – her beautiful body on full display. I grin as my cock swells. I was right; no panties.
I brace myself against the wall as I start to get light-headed. All the blood immediately rushing to my power source has me off balance. I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night. All I could see every time I closed my eyes was her. I knew if I didn’t do something I’d never see her again.
So I did something.