Forbidden Fantasies Bundle(12)

Rick banged the vent slats with the heel of his hand.

“So, an assistant and a handyman,” Mona murmured.

Samantha looked at her friend, Rick’s body rising between them. “He’d do whatever I need him to do,” she said.

“Oh, well. That’s wonderful.” Mona grinned.

Samantha blushed and changed the subject. “So how’s Mr. Regular?”

It was Mona’s turn to blush. “Still regular.” Chuck Yardley, aka Mr. Regular, came for a massage five days a week, feigning rugby strains, but really to get to know Mona, who refused to budge on her no-dating-clients rule.

Samantha understood her reluctance. Sleazy massage parlors gave legitimate therapists a bad name. Samantha had a similar problem with callers who asked for vulgar photos, using words she preferred not to think, let alone hear.

But Mona could easily send Chuck to another therapist and go out with the guy. She claimed her people instincts went amok once chemistry kicked in and she had a rat of an ex-husband to prove it. So poor Chuck forked over hundreds a week in unnecessary rubdowns in a vain effort to coax his reluctant sweetheart that he was safe to date.

Rick tested the outflow, then looked down at them. “That should do it.”

Mona tilted up her face. “Mmm, feels better already.”

While Rick climbed down, his back to them, Mona mimed licking her finger and touching it to Rick’s behind, then yanking the digit away as if burned.

Samantha fought a laugh.

Rick reached the floor and turned. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing,” Mona said, her eyes twinkling. “I just mentioned how nice it is that you’re so handy. I mean besides being an assistant.”

“Whatever Samantha needs,” he said, winking at her, teasing, turning her nerves to hot wires.

“Yes, she mentioned that.” Another look from Mona.

Samantha had to clear her throat to speak. “Rick’s also a photographer. He helped me with a shoot earlier.”

“Even better. Photographer, assistant and handyman. Ideal in every way.” Then Mona quit teasing and honed in on Rick’s back, studying it with a clinical eye.

“I hope to learn a lot,” Rick said, glancing from Mona to Samantha, clearly puzzled by Mona’s change of focus, but when she grabbed one of his shoulders and ran a knuckle down his spine, his eyes went wide. “What are you doing?”

“I’d guess mostly Swedish with a little shiatsu,” Mona pronounced, prodding him with a bent knuckle. “Maybe some trigger-point work. You’ve got a slight curvature…. That sore?”

“A little, yeah. I was in a car wreck in high school.”

“That explains it. Makes the intercostals go into spasm.” Mona grabbed both of his arms, bent at the elbow and pulled them to first one side, then the other. “Get a lot of kinks?”

“Some.”

She manipulated his shoulder and he said, “Ohh…yeah,” his body sagging with relief. Watching Rick’s ramrod-straight frame dissolve into relaxed pleasure made Samantha want to melt.

“Better?” Mona released him.

He turned from side to side, testing his range of motion. “Yeah. Better.”

“I’ll get my book.” Mona glided out of the room.

“She’s getting her book?” Rick asked.

“To schedule you a massage. That felt good, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, but…”

He seemed so flummoxed by the idea she had to smile. “Then imagine a whole, entire hour.”

Mona returned with her dog-eared planner. “How about four tomorrow?”

“We’ll be too busy, I’m sure,” he said, looking at Samantha for a way out.

“There’s always time for a massage, Rick. Consider it an employee benefit, since I don’t offer insurance.”

“Thanks, but I’ll be fine,” Rick said, twisting at the waist to prove it.

“Mona won’t settle for fine. By the time she’s done, you won’t know your own name or even where you are.”

When he blanched, she almost laughed, but she hid her reaction and turned to Mona. “Also, Rick will be following up on the wedding-planner mailing. Do you want me to include a coupon?”

“Sure. I’ll put something together.” She turned to Rick. “I’m glad you’re on our team.”

“Yeah. Me, too. And if you have any other problems, let me know. I’ll drop in regularly, see what else needs doing.”

“Sounds great,” Mona said.

Samantha thought it was nice how he was taking charge, accepting responsibility for extra duties already. Maybe a little too conscientious, but, so far, a good hire.