Fresh with success from a recent stint in a musical on the Las Vegas Strip, Meghan Keenan takes some time off to play with her current flame, Jack Hawthorne, professional poker player. She’s delighted to add her petite masseuse Tia Minh to the mix, and even more thrilled when she learns Tia’s relationship with her boyfriend Tony Sanders is on the skids. It’s the perfect challenge!
Tia has different ideas—she thinks Tony would be perfect for Meg, and she conspires to throw them together any way she can.
Ever the gambler, Jack catches on to Tia’s game quickly and keeps the ruse going behind Meg’s back. Who knew his heart was up for grabs?Tia has different ideas—she thinks Tony would be perfect for Meg, and she conspires to throw them together any way she can.
Meg blinked at the familiar sight of Tia’s half smile. The sprite of a woman always seemed to know just what she needed. Tia never failed. “You won’t even taste me on your fingers,” Meg chided, propping herself on an elbow. “Do I tempt you that much? Aren’t you a little curious?”
“I can’t,” Tia said, quickly glancing away.
Meg moved to a sitting position, then hopped to the floor to stand only inches away from her masseuse. “I’ll never understand how you can do this over and over. Bring me off so expertly and not even touch yourself. Are you into self-denial?”
“We’ve been over this too much already.” Tia turned and began to gather her things.
Meg grinned. Her masseuse tried her patience, and she’d always considered herself a very patient girl. She tried a different tack. “You look so sexy in that tank top and short skirt. Did you wear those for me?”
Tia shrugged. “I wear what is comfortable for my work.”
“At least that doesn’t include a bra. I’m pleased to know your nipples grow as taut as mine.” She reached out to graze one.
“Don’t,” Tia pleaded, pulling away before Meg could touch her.
“They look so dusky through the white material. They must be quite dark. Not as dark as your hair,” Meg said softly, running her fingers through Tia’s long coal-black hair.
This time Tia did not pull away. Her eyes glazed in that French Vietnamese habit of hers when she tried to withdraw inward.
Meg had seen that ploy several times before. “Why do you insist on resisting me so?” Meg murmured, lazily drawing her knuckles across Tia’s cheek. Meg’s heart raced. Tia had never accepted her advances like this before. Were they finally at a turning point? Had she finally worn Tia down? Penetrated that oriental reserve?
“You’re my client.” Tia choked out the words. Her dark eyes rounded with emotion. “I’ve said that before.”
“And I’ve said that I don’t have to be your client.” Meg cocked an eyebrow and let her hand fall from Tia’s cheek to gradually settle over a small breast. “What if I fired you?”
Tia peeked down at the offending hand and then back at Meg. She wet her lips.
“What if I kissed you?”
Tia’s lips parted tentatively.
Needing no more invitation than that, Meg leaned into Tia to cover her lips with her own. Tia’s soft moans filled her ears and her heart.
It was Tia who shifted enough to begin exploring Meg’s mouth with her tongue.
Holding back a chuckle, Meg responded in kind. She loved the feel of Tia’s hands roaming over her bare back to clutch her rump. Their loins began grinding in unison, making Meg lose her breath.
And then Tia broke away abruptly. Her eyes had a wild look about them that Meg had never witnessed. With obvious effort, Tia steadied her breath and nodded. She grinned slightly. “Don’t be alarmed. Our time will be soon. But not now. I have other clients to see. Sunday. Will you be available Sunday? I don’t work on Sunday.”
“I’ll be here.” Meg exhaled sharply, trying to regain her footing. “I take it I’m no longer a client.”
Tia shook her head and her lips twisted into a wide grin. “I thought you fired me.”
“I did.” Meg chuckled, padding across her living room to retrieve her checkbook.
“What about your boyfriend?” Tia asked as Meg wrote out the last check she’d give Tia. “Will he be gone?”
“Don’t worry about Jack. He’d love to watch, but it’s his loss. He has a weekend poker tournament. He probably won’t be around until sometime on Monday.”
Tia nodded. “Good.” She took the check and stuffed it in a small purse.
Meg made a note that her former masseuse hadn’t balked at the possibility of being watched. So did that mean she also liked to watch? Perhaps the next couple months would be more interesting than she’d expected. “You won’t change your mind?” she asked, following Tia to the door.
Tia shook her head vigorously. “Our path is set. I can’t change my mind now. I hope you get plenty of rest. I plan on devouring you come Sunday.”
Without another word or another glance back, Tia left Meg standing in the doorway, still naked but suddenly very warm. If Tia could devour as thoroughly as she could knead strained muscles, Meg knew she was in for a treat. And she had a thought or two about how best to taste her new-found Asian morsel.
Beaming, Meg headed toward the bedroom and shower. Had she ever kissed anyone shorter than herself? She was five feet even. Tia couldn’t be over four ten, if that. And their kiss had been filled with want and promise. Tia’s body had melded so nicely into hers. The only problem was that Tia had remained fully dressed. That condition would definitely change on Sunday afternoon. Meg nearly skipped into the shower, knowing waiting wasn’t going to be easy. It never was.