LOVE SWALLOWED. She felt hot and cold at the same time as she looked at the perfect nakedness of the man in front of her. Good thing she still remembered she was pretending to be blind, or she would have taken off her sunglasses to have a better view of that magnificent body. Her eyes almost popped out and continued to stare at him.
Was destiny doing this on purpose? Earlier she declared she had no interest in someone as handsome as this one… How the hell would she be supposed to know he had the hottest body? She couldn’t think straight. Temptation was following her. This man was testing her sanity.
He slowly approached him. "Miss Love, can you hear me?"
Her tongue seemed to become stiff as she stared at his perfect abs. Can she start massaging it there? His weakness in men is abs.
“Ah… Sir, I'm sorry. You can lie down on the massage table now. ”
"Okay." He put his one hand on his hip. "How about my towel?"
"Y-You can take that off."
Awesome! She was able to say those words without trembling. But she felt a strange excitement as she waited for him to expose his body before her eyes.
His forehead furrowed. "I-Is it really okay to take this off?"
He seemed to be a little bit embarrassed in stripping in front of her. Understandable, especially since they were strangers to each other.
“I am blind, Sir. I don't see anything. So you don’t have to feel embarrassed.”
This was just about work, anyway. He doesn't need to take this personally. His was not the first naked body she had seen and touched anyway. And all of that, no malice to her at all.
And even if she had malice now, he would never know. After all, he knew she was blind.
“Ah. Of course,” he said and laughed softly.
She turned around as he removed his towel. She needed to compose herself. She could not understand why her hands were shaking. And not just her hands, actually, but her whole body. He was not the first client she worked on. Why was she this affected?
"Sir, do you want massage oil, lotion or…" Me?
“Massage oil. Mint,” he replied.
She took his request and when she turned to him again, he was already lying on the massage table, his front facing down. The thin blanket was covering the lower half part of his body. She breathed a sigh of relief. That was good, to avoid temptation.
She sprayed the massage oil on her palm and rubbed it against each other. She’s blind. She sees nothing.
"Sir, just tell me if you're getting hurt, okay?"
"Okay," he said, his face sinking into the massage table.
Lovellia closed her eyes and placed her palm over his back. Electricity seemed to run down her body when she started caressing his back.
She closed her eyes tightly as she felt the muscles in his back. Well-defined back. What more about the rest of his body? The buns… the abs… This is heaven!
She just wanted to feel his muscles. All of a sudden, she was enjoying this job. He made her feel restless and blissful at the same time. She couldn’t believe she would get addicted for simply caressing his body.
He moaned. She was suddenly back to reality. “Sir, are you hurt? Do you want me to lessen the pressure?”
"You are perfect." He turned to her and smiled. "Just continue it."
She let out a suppressed breath when he saw its smile. She was on the verge of collapsing because of the strange feeling he was giving her. What is happening to her?
She was a professional.So she must remain professional. He does not want to be charged with sexual harassment. She should not linger on his beautiful buns. She would just think that he was just like her other clients who were fat, looked like tadpoles, and had no appeal to her.
But the problem was, her self-convincing didn’t work. No matter how much she closed her eyes, no matter how much she imagined something else that was not related to this hot, hot body in front of her…it just wouldn’t work. He really got such a magnificent body. He was really handsome. And he was not like any other man she could ignore.
What happened to her? She just lost her professionalism. This can not be happening! She did not want to mess up her life forever.
She started singing to distract her from her sinful thoughts.
“Kayrami nang pusong sinugatan.. o tukso layuan mo ako!” (A lot of hearts had been hurt. Temptation stay away from me)
"You have a beautiful voice," he commented.
She stopped working on his back. “What was that, Sir?"
“You have a nice voice. Don’t stop singing. Your voice is very emotional. I can feel it. I feel more relaxed,” he said and sank down on the massage table again.
"Thank you, Sir."