Electric Blue. Nancy Bush

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СКАЧАТЬ of top drape, exposing my left arm and shoulder. I jumped when his hands connected with my skin. “You are skittish,” he observed.

      No shit, Sherlock.

      My cell phone lay on the side table with all the masseuse accouterments. I could almost reach it if I stretched out my left arm. I kept it with me when I’d undressed. Now, I wanted to clasp it in my palm; a true security blanket. Instead I closed my eyes and fought to succumb to the sensation. He was pushing my lats with hard palms, fingers and thumbs.

      Deep muscle? It damn near brought tears to my eyes. I’m not sure massage can really be good for you.

      “You work out. Firm muscles. You have a good body.”

      “You should see my teeth.”

      “Pardon?”

      It was quiet in the room. I could hear his breathing and my own. I wondered how long we’d been at it, so I checked my watch. Four minutes. I used to periodically go to a tanning salon, and I could find a way to relax enough in those glass beds to actually zone out. It’s a good thing they’re on timers or they could fry a person. Now, I tried to figure out a way to achieve that level of relaxation by letting my mind wander aimlessly on a variety of thoughts. I had a jolt of surprise when Drago flipped up the bottom part of the robe and began working on my left leg. I was highly sensitive to his fingers on my upper, inner thighs. I couldn’t help the tension. I tried, I really did. I fought to stay in the moment and surrender to the whole massage thing.

      All I could think about was where his fingers were and what I would do if they strayed where I didn’t want them. Logically, I know this is unlikely. I mean, would it be worth me screaming bloody murder? But it just felt like it could happen.

      A few more minutes went by. I was faintly relaxing. Enough to let loose my death grip on the sides of the bed. Drago had moved to my right arm and I was feeling relief.

      “Yes, relax,” he said.

      I was. I did. Okay, it was good. Kind of hurt in a healthy, you’re doing something great for yourself way. Kind of felt good, too. I sighed deeply. Maybe this was all right. Maybe I’d missed the whole point. Maybe I would make this my new life mission and—

      “Mind if I chant?”

      My eyes popped open. Chant? “Uh…go ahead.”

      “Thank you. It will be good.”

      I tensed anew as his rubbing became more rhythmic.

      “Ohmmmmmmmmm. Ohmmmmmmmmmm. Daaaaarooooohh hhmmmmm….”

      I stared through the face-hole to the floor. His chanting reverberated through the room.

      “Ohhhhmmmmmmummmmm…”

      My inner vision saw the little glass container of Q-tips. I desperately desired one. I wanted to stick it in my ear and dig away for all I’m worth.

      “Ohhmmmmmmmmm….”

      I tried to squeeze my ears shut against the vibration. The tickle was excruciating.

      “Daaaaarooooooohhhhmmmm…daaaaroooohhhmmmmm…”

      Was that a 747 taking off?

      “Daaaarooooohhhhmmmmm…”

      Every muscle clenched.

      “Ohhhhmmmm…mah…mahhhhhhh…”

      I needed to relax. I couldn’t make myself.

      “Bahhhrrrrkoooohmmmm…”

      “Drago,” I whispered.

      “Yesss…” His voice sounded sleepy and sated.

      From the next room I heard some thumping and moaning. There was the sound of flesh being slapped and cries of ecstasy. It brought Drago out of his trance, for he stalked to the opposite wall and dialed up the music. I caught the thunderous look on his face as he returned to me.

      If I’d thought my massage was deep before, I soon learned we’d been in the kiddies’ pool. My breath was lodged in my throat, and when he asked me to turn over I wasn’t sure I was capable. Instantly he was contrite. “Too much? You should have said so.”

      “I’m okay.”

      “I will be careful with you.”

      Staring at the ceiling was even worse. I felt more exposed. But at least for the time being his chanting was over. I could tell he was bugged at what was going on in the next room.

      “My friend Miriam likes a little more than massage,” I said, injecting just the right rueful tone.

      His dark eyes shot to me. “You do not feel the same.”

      “No. Heavens, no. Not me. I struggle with just a massage.”

      “Your friend should be more…careful.”

      “She thinks Trevin’s the one,” I said, feeling my pulse race once more. Lying, and the fear of being found out, release some chemical from my brain that gets me going. Adrenaline. Maybe endorphins. Whatever. I could feel myself growing high on my own chemistry.

      Which is just about hell when you’re completely naked.

      Drago eyed me clearly. “Trevin is one.”

      Either he didn’t get what I’d meant, or he did and was making a play on words.

      “One what?”

      “He is one…type of man.” Disapproval filled his tone and the deep massage grew deeper.

      “I think I’m done now,” I squeezed out.

      “Your hour is not up.”

      “I’m okay with that.”

      Drago gave me a long look. My smile was tremulous. I couldn’t help it. I felt tired all over. He took pity on me and nodded curtly. “You should take a sauna. Ease those muscles. You know where the sauna room is?”

      “Yes,” I lied.

      “Along this hall to the left.” His mind clearly wasn’t on my answer.

      “Thanks.”

      “I’ll be right outside if you need me.”

      He left rather stiffly, as if I’d insulted him somehow. Quickly I climbed off the bed and grabbed the robe, which was deliciously warm. My muscles felt liquid. I had to concentrate on them to keep them moving. Tiptoeing hurriedly to the wall, I listened hard. The damn music was in the way. Carefully, I dialed it back down.

      There was faint murmuring and laughter coming from the other room. Love talk. I could picture them enjoying a postcoital herbal tea or lemon water cocktail.

      I headed out the door where Drago stood with a bottle of water. In truth, I was dying of thirst. I thanked him, unscrewed the cap and СКАЧАТЬ