Catalina's pov

I rolled my shoulders to get rid of the kink. I needed some type of release after the long week I have had. All I wanted to do was take a long bath and settle down with my hands between my legs, but somehow Esther made it impossible to do that.

Calling me so early to pay good attention to a big customer. I insisted on letting someone have it but she rather I do it. It was annoying, I needed sleep. I just had one more client before him and I was good to go.

My hands trailed down my client's body sensually, massaging the tissues underneath her muscles. She was firm underneath my touch. I made her relax under my touch as I coaxed her tension from her body.

All the tension went to mine instead, her resigned signs and gasps of approval sent heat waves to my body, I imagined myself lying there instead with someone's hands on me. I squeezed my thighs together as I kept running my hands over her.

She sighed in contentment as I massaged the knot on her neck, my mind wavered to the high client Esther kept raving about, I tried to imagine what he looked like but nothing came to mind. All of the people walked in and out of there, I could barely remember any of their faces.

"Are you comfortable?" I whispered to her,

She made a hum of agreement, I continued with my ministrations as I kneaded her back gently. I continued for about thirty minutes before her time was up.

"Thank you, I needed this." She said as she wore her clothes.

I gave her a smile in return, "you are welcome back, anytime."

She left the room and I felt like I could breathe, the tension was back but it wasn't like I was suffocating this time. I just wanted to go home and sleep it off.

"Where is that damn client?" I grumbled to myself.

I checked my watch, he was thirty minutes late. I despised lateness, it irritated the hell out of me.

I grabbed my bag to leave, damn the consequences when a Cologne invaded my senses. I stumbled back just as my nose caught the whiff of a heavenly masculine scent.

"Sorry, I am late." He said breezily.

I let my eyes trail over his figure, taking note of the ridges and planes his suit tried to conceal. You could tell he works out.

Hell, I could tell he worked out a lot.

My lips parted as I took him in, he stood legs apart as he unbuttoned his jacket slowly. His eyes were fixed on mine.

I gulped, my blood ran hot and my head sent mental images of the things we could do. I shook my head.

Stop it," I chided myself.

"Yes, please take off your clothes and use the towel back there if you wish. I would be right there with you." I say.

He turned his back and I dashed out of the room, my cheeks felt hot and I didn't want him to think I was being unprofessional.

I bumped into Esther in the lobby and sent her my best glare.

"I know, I know. You are mad at me." She raised her hands in mock surrender.

I shook my head, "you know I had plans" I said.

"Don't kid yourself, you never have any plans. At this rate, you are going to turn into an old lady." She teased me.

I rolled my eyes at her antics, "is he the client?

She froze, then narrowed her eyes at me. " what did you do?" She placed her hands on her hips as she stared me down.

I shifted consciously, "I didn't do anything. He was just late."

She shrugged, "please treat him well."

I nodded.

Making sure that I have given him enough time, I headed back into the massage room. No amount of warning could prepare me for what I saw.

My heart lurched in my throat as I stared at his chest. So defined, hard, and yet enticing to look at. I squeezed my legs together, I have never wanted someone as much as I want this man. His towel was riding low on his hips, I prayed for it to fall so I could get a glimpse.

It was too tempting.

I cleared my throat, alerting him of my presence. He glanced up from his phone, regarding me with an amused look.

"If you would be so kind to lay on the table, we could get started." I gesture to the table.

He nodded, dropping his devices. For a moment, the towel shifted. The hard ridges of his A-line are visible for me to see.

I needed to get laid.

"How do you want me?" He asked, his voice dripping with sex.

I have never been so turned from a man's presence, the waves of dominance came from him and they hit my lower abdomen with each breath I took.

"Excuse me?" My voice came out breathless.

I cleared my throat again, lifting a brow in question.

He cut me a glance but kept me mute, I sighed.

He obeyed, laying on her table and relaxing. I stared at his body wishing just for a moment to throw caution to the wind and let him do whatever he wanted to me.

"You can touch me, I won't bite." He said.

"What?"

"You keep looking at me, you like what you see?" His voice was muffled from his position. He shifted better, giving me full access to his face.

"If I didn't know any better, I would say you were attracted to me." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes at that.

"With all due respect sir, I am a professional and do not fraternize with clients," I say firmly.

With that resolve, I placed my hand on his back. The muscle jumped underneath my touch and I gulped.

This was going to be a long session.