Paige's POV
R/18
"Darren requested for a massage"
Layla's voice kept ringing in my head, she said it was a test. But I'm not eager to go at all, it might be a lie.
Maybe it's one of Layla's clients after all.
This wasn't the first time she had done this, so many times Layla had told me to give massages to her VIP's or to serve them. And all Layla would tell me was that it was a test, but I couldn't say no, I'm fed up with staying at the clubhouse.
My hand was clasped on the pistol strapped inside the shorts I wore, though it was a black drawstring split thigh side sleeveless dress, and a spool heel to match. I just can't trust Layla anymore, I was a fool to believe that she was a friend, Layla could do anything for money.
I knocked thrice on the door, hand firmly on the pistol, my mind made up to beat up anyone that played dirty with me.
"Come in"
The taut voice said.
I entered the fully lit room with a little bit of doubt, my nose caught a faint spicy smell of whiskey. I locked the door but as I glanced up, my breath was catched in my chest.
It was Darren.
Unclad.
Well-defined muscles, broad shoulders.
But it was his sexy ripped back that was turned towards me. Hands tucked in the white towel wrapped around him that settled below his thin waist.
Why the hell is your heart palpitating Paige?!
Darren turned around, toned abs on full display, my line of sight trailing from his chest to the V-line below his belly, which brought heat to my eyes. His dark eyes briefly raked all over my body then gazed directly into my eyes.
"Get to work"
He demanded in a commanding voice. I wanted to argue but his stern gaze shut me up. As he laid down on the bed, I walked to the tables where the materials for massage were placed.
I became troubled all of a sudden, due to how Darren was in the middle of the bed. How was I to massage him if I stood beside the bed?
I bit my lower lip when an idea came to mind, my lips curling up.
Darren would regret calling me for the massage, I will make him pay for all the days I spent in the clubhouse.
I removed my shoes and climbed into the bed, I was really confident that I would torture him tonight.
I poured a small amount of warm oil onto my palms and began to work it into his tense muscles.
"What are you doing?"
Darren suddenly said, a sly smile gracing my face instantly, "what?" I responded in an innocent voice. "Did you just pinch me?!" He spat but groaned when I applied pressure on his shoulders. I continued my exploration, tracing the curves of his shoulders down to his back. Darren relaxed beneath my fingers, making my touch grow more confident.
I may only have studied electronics all my life but one of the things I know and mastered well is massage.
My ex-husband, Jong Suk couldn't even deny it, I could send males to heaven through the work of my fingers.
I learned how to massage when my mom got into an accident, I was in middle School then. I had to stop school for a year because of her, my dad wasn't always around, and mom couldn't trust any of his workers and maids.
I still don't know why, but I just realized that it's bad. I should have found out why my mother had an accident, why she died even after she was okay.
Maybe it was because I was thirteen years old then, I wasn't a quick-witted girl like my sister.
"Paige"
Darren's breathy voice shook me out of my thoughts, I had zoned out.
"Your shoulder is so tense!" I snickered, almost giving him a slap on his back. "Shut your mouth and focus!" He instructed, and let out a low rough groan which sent shivers down my spine.
My fingers paused as the phone call I had with Darren filled my head, where he was having sex with someone.
An uncomfortable heat washed through me, spreading up my neck, "should I turn?" He suggested quietly. "Yes...s" I stammered, my breath quickening as I slightly anticipated his turn around.
As Darren turned onto his back, his body grazed my thighs, sending a wave of intense desire through my body. Now, his well sculpted chest was directly in view, and to worsen the situation, his dark piercing eyes was stuck on me.
My heart fluttered uneasily as I continued my work, but Darren's unwavering gaze on me made me slower than usual. I knew I'm red like a tomato right now, just caressing and massaging his well-defined, thick abs.
My mind got messed up when a loud groan rumbled from his chest, heat pooling at my belly. I wasn't able to concentrate anymore, this was torture but I couldn't stop massaging him.
As I glided my hands down to his waist slowly, he let out what sounded like a moan if I wasn't mistaken.
Fuck!
My eyes flew where it ought not to be! I had avoided looking down at it, but with the way it grew bigger beneath the towel, I was stunned. My mouth goes completely dry, I knew I was wet immediately, my body burning with heat and want.
Nevertheless, I didn't give any visible reaction except for my red face, but I knew Darren was affected. He couldn't deny it, the evidence was right in front of me, his big-- No... large groin was some inches away from my fingers.
He's a beast! How could this fit inside someone?!
The thought of it inside ignited my body finally, my imagination running wild, why the heck did I think of it?
"Why are you staring at me?"
Darren said in nonchalance, like he wasn't affected at all. I laughed awkwardly, turning my lingering eyes away from THERE.
Since he is gonna feign it, I was going to torture him, I would see how much self-control he has. I didn't learn the Art of Seduction for nothing.
My fingers tingle as it fondled his sides, moving upwards, teasing the sides of his nipples. I heard him hissed, giving me a sense of pride, I looked up at him but found him already staring. His eyes blazing with lust as he held my gaze, my mind racing as his hot gaze burned into mine. My fingers were already playing dirty on his chest, this wasn't a massage anymore, it was like foreplay without the tongue and kiss.
But what would it be like licking his chest off? Kissing his plump pinkish lips? Eating him up... Or dipping my fingers into the towel to feel--!
"Stop that!"
Darren's sour husky voice snapped me out of it.
I stepped down from the bed instantly! Almost staggering! My legs were shaky!
Geez! I had loosen his towel!
"I...I.. I'm... I'm done!"
I stuttered timidly as I said, turning my back on him.
I almost lost my nerves as I felt his burning touch on my waist, what was he doing now? "What--?!" He pulled me by my waist, and said, "is this how you dress to massage Layla's clients?" He leaned his mouth closer to my ear, breath whispering against my skin. "Yes... but more slutty than this," I answered, feeling his body heat against mine.
Darren chuckled softly, "really?" His fingers sliding down to my behind, "I don't sleep with anyone I work with girl, or else I would have fuck you standing right now."
My body shuddered in response to his words like I would want that, "how do you think those men would feel with this slutty body of yours? Or you're now like Layla?"
Before I could reply his hot hands dived under my ass, my breath hitching, I felt powerless under his touch, hands dangling at my sides. His hand wandered around my ass, my body twitching all over, before he took out the gun in my shorts swiftly.
"This toy saved you," he said and took a step back, then finally said the word I had been longing to hear.
"You are leaving today... You passed the test."