march 2020 writing challenge day 3: fill the hour

“Relax,” Blaine whispered directly into my ear, his breath tickling my lobe, causing me to shiver involuntarily.

This was my own damned fault honestly. I’d been complaining to him about having a gap in my schedule that didn’t accommodate me being able to leave this immediate area and make it back in time for my next meeting due to the ridiculous traffic in this city. So when he’d sent me a text with an address and the simply stated message to fill the hour, I acquiesced without knowing exactly what I was getting myself into. When I’d first arrived, I was reticent to actually give into his big surprise, but after an impassioned plea for me to finally put myself first and a small glass of wine, I gave in, stripped, and donned the robe that he’d left hanging on the back of the door.

In addition to being my best friend since we were in diapers, Blaine was also a masterful masseur, having studied techniques from all around the globe before coming back here to settle and open up his shop. He’d been begging me to come back since the grand opening, but my schedule just never quite seemed to allow for it. Every time we got together he somehow managed to comment on the way I held tension in my body, encouraging me to let him work his magic on me. Fact of the matter was I’d wished that he’d wanted to put his hands on me in less of a therapeutic and more of an all-consuming, unstoppable passion kind of way, but he never saw me as that girl. Would never see me as that girl.

Which was why I was surprised when instead of putting me in the hands of one of his more than capable employees, he insisted on massaging me himself. The moment his hands met my bare skin, however, I felt myself tense instantly, knowing that this would be an exercise in serious restraint on my end.