Hands On: Bride of the Billionaire Page 2

Melissa argues with the cops for another fifteen minutes until they finally leave. I keep mostly quiet as I don’t know what to say, and when they’re gone, I give her a big hug.

  “I’m so sorry,” I tell her. “I’m sure it will work out. Come on. Let’s go get coffee.”

  Wiping her eyes, Melissa and I get in our cars and drive to our favorite spot downtown. We both order our usuals; I get a dirty chai and she gets a double espresso. But as we sit down, I get a call from a private number. Normally I don’t answer private calls, but because of what happened today, I pick up.

  “Yes, hello? Jennie speaking.”

  “Hi, Jennie.” My body goes stiff as I recognize the voice on the other end. I glance at Melissa and mouth, “It’s Grayson!”

  “Um, hi,” I say nervously into the phone.

  “So have you rethought whether or not you’d like to take the job?” he asks. I’m about to reply but stop when I hear the tone of his voice. He’s smiling on the other end of the call. And it doesn’t take a genius to know why. A billionaire with unlimited funds who wants something?

  “You did this!” I gasp. I already know it’s true, but I can still hardly believe it. “You had her license revoked!”

  “What do you mean?” he replies. “Your friend’s having some issues with her massage parlor? Damn. Sorry to hear that! Good thing you’ve got a job lined up here that’ll be enough to support the both of you.”

  I’m steaming. If I had a glass of water and Grayson was here right now, I’d throw it in his face. Melissa is looking at me, wondering what’s going on.

  “I’ll think about it!” I snap. I hang up and set my phone facedown on the table and fold my arms across my chest.

  “What? What’d he say?” Melissa asks.

  “He just offered me the job again.”

  “Well, you better take it,” she scoffs.

  “He knew about your license,” I continue. “He set this all up!”

  Melissa shakes her head and tugs at her hair with one hand. “Son of a bitch. Well, you better take it still.”

  “What!?” I ask, shocked. “You think I want to work for a guy who would do something like that?”

  “What other option do you have? You want to try and get part-time work at another parlor? Be my guest. I don’t know anyone who has room, and I can’t even imagine when I’ll be back in business.”

  “But Melissa!” I protest. “He’s—he’s—”

  “A prick,” she grumbles. “But a rich prick. And as long as he’s offering, you better just take his money. We’ll figure this out later.”

  I sigh and Melissa and I finish up our coffees, then I go outside and try to call Grayson back, only to be reminded that he’d called from a private number. “Great,” I groan. “I have to actually go to his house to talk to him.”

  “That’s fine,” Melissa tells me. She’s upset but she’s putting on a brave face for me. “I’ll see you back at the house, okay?”

  “Okay,” I say, giving her a huge hug. “We’ll eat ice cream and watch Netflix.”

  “You’re the best,” she says as I climb back into my car and put Grayson’s house back into my GPS.

  I can’t even believe I’m doing this. It was bad enough what happened between us, let alone what he just did to Melissa. How could he ever think that sabotaging my best friend would make me want him? Maybe it’s true what they say about the ultra-rich: they really are out of touch.

  I expect to find him waiting for me at the door as I pull up, gloating with his shirt off, ready to lead me into the back for a massage – and of course some extras – but I’m surprised to find a note on the door with my name on it.

  Jennie,

  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.

  It may not have been the most noble or ethical decision, but it got her here, and that’s all that matters.

  “Holy cannoli,” I say with a smile as I enter the room. I inhale deeply, relishing the return of her scent. Jennie lifts her head from the face cushion and glares fire at me.

  “Really? That’s my expression.”

  “You own it?” I ask as I go around to the table where I’ve set up my things. “You trademarked it? I wasn’t aware.”

  I’m teasing, but she’s not having it. She’s pissed. But I’ll soon fix that.

  I light the candles, close the door, and shut off the overhead, bathing the room in flickering orange light. My swollen cock makes it hard for me to get around as I go back to the bottle of lotion and lube up my hands.

  “You’re…going to massage me?” Jennie asks.

  “What, you don’t like massages?”

  “I—I just thought you were hiring me to be the masseuse,” she replies.

  “I am,” I say. “But that doesn’t mean that I, as your boss, can’t treat
you now and then, does it?”

  Before she can answer, I press my hands on her back and spread the lotion across her soft skin. Fuck, her body is pristine. She’s young, supple, and in shape. Her ass is fucking perfect, like a ripe juicy peach that I want to sink my teeth into, and even though she’s on her back, I can see enough side boob to know that she’s got a killer rack.

  Christ, the things I’d do to this chick.

  The view just gets better as I spread the lotion over her body, causing her skin to shine beneath the candlelight.

  I can’t help but marvel at what she’s done to me. I mean, I am completely beside myself. No girl has ever done me like this, and she wasn’t even trying. All she had to do was walk in and I was hers. And now that I’ve got my hands on her, there’s no way I’m letting her go.

  “How’s that feel?” I ask as I circle my thumbs beneath her scapula. To be honest, I’ve got no fucking idea what I’m doing. I’ve never given a girl a massage in my life.

  “Good.”

  Lie.

  “No, it’s not. Come on, Jennie. If you’re going to work for me, I can’t have you lying to me. Tell me what I’m doing wrong so I can please you.”

  “Please me?” she asks. “What are you—you know what? Never mind. Go up to the base of my neck and wrap your fingers around and use your thumbs.”

  “Wrap my fingers around your neck?” I ask, leaning in. “You’re into being choked, eh?”

  “Not my neck!” she snaps. “My shoulders!”

  Grinning, I do as she says, but as I work her neck, my eyes are on her perfect ass. From this angle I can’t get a glimpse of the treasure hidden between her thighs, and it’s killing me. My balls are taut and ready to explode. I’m sure that even just feeling that tight little slit of hers would send me over the edge.

  I must be doing something right because Jennie lets out a soft moan. It’s barely audible, but it’s there.

  “You like that?” I ask.

  She shrugs, trying to play it off.

  “It’s all right.”

  Uh huh. Sure.

  Her supple flesh beneath my hands is the greatest aphrodisiac I could ever imagine. My cock is so hard it hurts. I’m wearing sweat pants with no boxers because I knew this would happen.

  “See, I’m not so bad,” I say as I move down her back, working her spine with my thumbs.

  “Right. Because I’m here by choice.”

  “You were here by choice yesterday,” I remind her.

  “For a job interview!”

  “Was the kiss a part of the job interview?” I chuckle as

  Jennie snaps and angrily twists up and onto her side, revealing her body in all its glory.

  Perfect.

  My mouth waters at the sight of her plump, young tits, perfectly shaped with little pink nipples that call to my lips. I run my eyes down her flat stomach to her healthy hips and then down…

  …down to what’s between her legs. Perfectly shaved, pink, and glistening with arousal. A pussy I would die for.

  “What are you implying!?” she asks. “That I kissed you to get the job?”

  “Not at all.” I smile. “I know you’re not that kind of girl.”

  “You’re damn right I’m not,” she replies.

  “Then why’d you kiss me?” I ask. My question seems to catch her off guard. She frowns, then realizes she’s completely uncovered and quickly flips back onto her stomach. As she does, her cute butt jiggles, causing me to groan. I can’t even imagine what it would be like to fuck her from behind.

  “Just do whatever it is you want to,” she tells me. I’m about to make a joke but think better of it.

  Whatever I want to do? Well, who am I to argue with instructions like that?

  5

  Jennie

  I should be furious. Way madder than I am. But for some reason, I’m not. In fact, I’m not sure if I’m even mad at all…

  Sure, I’m indignant and defensive. Who does he think he is to accuse me of trying to seduce him for the job? But am I mad at what he’s done to get me here?

  The more I think about it, the more I don’t think I am.

  I’d like to think it’s more than just the incredible massage he’s giving me right now. Sure, his hands are magic, as good as any CMT massage I’ve had before, and his pheromones have me going crazy, but am I really that shallow? I mean – this guy basically forced me to come here against my will. I should be furious!

  But I obviously have no choice in the matter. If I can’t work at Melissa’s, I need to work here. It’s either that or go broke, so while I’m here, I might as well try to enjoy myself.

  I take a deep breath and do my best to relax. Grayson’s hands move down my spine to my lower back. This is usually the part where the person giving the massage tickles the person receiving the massage by wrapping their fingers around the person’s sides while they apply pressure with their thumbs. I’m shocked when Grayson avoids this mistake entirely.

  He positions his hands perfectly, and as he presses down with his thumbs, I’m unable to stop the groan of satisfaction that pushes its way out from my lips.

  “That’s the spot, eh?” he asks, obviously proud of himself. I’m honestly flabbergasted. We women always meet men in our lives who are eager to please and willing to do almost anything to get our attention, but it’s never good-looking billionaires who could have any woman they pleased.

  “Not bad,” I reply. I’m already giving away too much; I’m not going to give him any more.

  I hear Grayson chuckle gently to himself as he moves down, dangerously close to my booty. This is the part where I stop him or tell him to switch to another part of my body. But for some reason I don’t. My stomach is buzzing with excitement, and my toes are tingling with anticipation.

  Am I on the receiving end of a happy-ending massage right now?

  His thumbs move down, press against the spot right where my lower back and booty meet, but just as I’m expecting him to move down and give me the best butt massage of my life, he switches it up completely and moves his hands to my ankle.

  Oh, what the hell!

  Now I feel like an idiot for getting all excited over nothing.

  But if it was nothing – if he’s not planning on doing anything – why did he get me all naked and oiled up?

  “A lot of people don’t appreciate how tight their calves can get,” he explains as he works my muscle. “But it’s important to get everywhere. Don’t you agree?”

  “Oh, sure,” I reply. I probably sound frustrated, and that’s because I am. I don’t know what’s going on right now. Is he teasing me? Torturing me? Playing with me like a kitten with a string? I honestly don’t know. And what’s worse, I don’t even know what I want him to be doing.

  Melissa would kill me if she saw what was happening right now, and I hate to admit it, but I feel just as powerful as that piece of string between that kitten’s claws.

  He switches to my other calf and repeats the process in silence. He moves up my right thigh, stops just below my butt, and then moves to my left. I have to admit that his technique is almost perfect, but the anticipation of what’s about to happen – what might happen – has me unable to fully enjoy myself.

  But then Grayson does something that clarifies everything.

  He moves up, higher than any legal massage parlor would ever allow, and presses his fingers into the spot where my butt meets my thigh – my inner thigh.

  And then I realize why Grayson took so long doing the rest of my body; he was teasing me, and the result is that my whole body instantly comes alive like every light in my house turning on at the same time. A ball of warmth bursts in my stomach and floods out through my limbs as his fingers brush against my most delicate spot.

  I breathe deep and ready myself for what is surely coming next.

  I can’t even believe this is happening – that I’m allowing it to happen.

  But what happens next is again not what I expected. Grayson moves his ha
nds from between my legs and up to my lower back. This time, I don’t make a sound.

  What is he doing!? That was not an accident. He meant to do that. Is he really going to keep teasing me?

  And am I really dying for him to relieve me of this torture?

  He’s been standing at my side this whole time, but now he circles around to the front of the table. I can see his feet through the cutout in the face cushion. I do my best to pretend I’m fixing my hair, but it’s really just an excuse to get a quick glance at him, and when I do, my cheeks start burning.

  He is hard. He’s only wearing sweatpants, and I can tell he doesn’t have boxers on underneath. His cock is sticking straight out, making a tent out of the fabric. Quickly, I hide my face again and listen for his reaction. But he either didn’t notice what I just did, or he’s choosing to stay silent. He moves his hands to my back from this new angle and goes to work again.

  “So, uh…where’d you learn your technique?” I ask, trying not to stroke his ego any more by asking him how he got so amazing at giving massages.

  “It sounds weird, but back in high school.”

  “High school?”

  “There was this girl named Kelsey in my chemistry class. I think she liked me and would always ask me to rub her back when we had double period. She told me I had deli-fingers.”

  “Deli-fingers!?” I laugh. “Like…cold cuts?”

  Grayson chuckles. “Deli like delicate.”

  “Oh, that makes more sense.” And it’s true, but I don’t say that. But Grayson doesn’t let me off that easy.

  “Do you agree?”

  Shit.

  “I mean…your technique is solid.” I’m trying so hard not to come right out and tell him that what he’s doing is driving me wild. He doesn’t need any more confidence or he might overflow with it.

  “Solid,” he remarks, stepping closer, so close I can feel the heat from his torso against my neck. His scent fills my nose. “Yeah. I’m feeling pretty solid too right now.”

  And then his hands move…down…

  He grasps my butt with a strong grip and squeezes. I can’t contain it any longer. I let out a long moan as he spreads me open and I feel the flow from the air system between my legs.