My fingers danced along her ribs. I fought the urge to frown. Why the hell was she hiding her body? She was fit, really fit. Then again, she was an athlete. Her skin was soft, velvety. My hand reached the edge of her sports bra. I didn’t go underneath; that wasn’t my job. Actually, feeling her up wasn’t part of my job either, but I had a dual purpose.
The minute my hand came into contact with her bra, she sucked in a deep breath, her chest heaved, and her body tensed.
Holy shit. I kept my response on lockdown. Her breasts were perfect, and clearly they existed. The itch to feel more than a few seconds was enough to make my body throb. Instead, I slowly pulled my hand away just as David approached our table.
“Blake?” David was around six two, the current point guard for the Huskies. He had dark curly hair and dimples that I guess girls might find attractive. He was a bit on the lean side, but from what I’d heard, he was a nice guy. Really into his game, though, didn’t date, rarely partied, and liked to go home on long weekends. Yawn. “I didn’t see you.” His gaze fell to me. “Who’s your . . . friend?”
I stood, knowing full well that my height matched his perfectly, but out of the two of us, I could easily kick his ass. I had a football player’s body, and I’d worked hard to keep it that way even after my injury.
David’s eyes narrowed as I held out my hand. “Name’s Ian.”
“Ian!” DJ held up his fist. I bumped it. His fiancée was another happy client, one of Lex’s, not that he knew. “How’s it going, man?”
“Oh, hey, do you guys know each other?” DJ asked. “David, you should have seen this guy play.”
“Oh?” David crossed his arms. A hundred bucks said that the last thing he wanted to hear was my glory-day stories.
“Nah, let’s not bore him.” I chuckled. “Nice to meet you, David. Are you a friend of my girl’s then?”
“Your girl?” He repeated, his eyebrows nearly getting lost in his hairline. “Your girl?”
And this—this reaction was what I lived for, what I waited for. I’d just touched Blake, intimately. She was still feeling the effects of the buzz, riding the chemicals that were released when any sort of intimate action was explored. Men, for some reason, picked up on that kind of hormonal release, meaning that for the first time in his entire life, David was finally seeing Blake as a woman.#p#分页标题#e#
Her blush helped.
And the fact that her hair was down.
Back ramrod-straight, she puffed out her chest a bit. My fingers itched to cover up the treasure I’d just discovered. Instead, I winked. “Yeah, my girl.”
“Didn’t know you were dating,” David muttered as his gaze drifted toward her chest, then flashed away.
I burst out laughing. “What are you? Her dad?” When he didn’t say anything, I pushed further. “Aw, how cute. Have you always been like a father figure to my Blake?”
Blake made a whimpering noise beside me as I held out my hand to her and helped her stand.
“What? Hell no!” He let out a nervous laugh. “We’ve been buds since we could walk.”
“Cute story.” I nodded like I was faking being impressed. “Well, it was nice meeting Blake’s dad.” I laughed. “Kidding. It was nice meeting you, man.” I shook his hand, then draped my arm over Blake’s shoulder, waving good-bye to DJ as I dropped our tray off and left the eating area.
Blake was deathly silent until we reached the parking lot.
This was usually the part where the girl freaked out and jumped up in down in triumph, or tried kneeing me in the balls.
Granted, I’d never actually groped any of my other clients, but desperate times and all . . .
Kissing them? Yeah, that’s typically how I got the first reaction out of the clients, but Blake had never been kissed, and I was still a gentleman. It wouldn’t be my right to take that kiss from her, not when she’d clearly been saving it for him.
A voice in my mind screamed that I’d done a hell of a lot more by touching her boobs, but the ass in me shrugged off the voice.
Hormones released. Reaction given. It worked. Bingo!
“You okay?” I let go of her.
“That was”—she pressed her hands to her temples—“really stressful.”
I let out a laugh as adrenaline surged through me. “It usually is.”
Her bright eyes met mine. “Thank you. I think that was the first time he’s actually looked at me—”
“Like you had boobs.”
Blake laughed harder. It was deep, and a bit addictive to listen to. She nodded in excitement. “Exactly.”