My heart is thundering in my chest.Why is he so quiet?
“Andyou’rethe replacement?” he asks, his voice is cold as ice as he looks me up and down with a raised brow.Does he find me lacking now?
Fuck you, buddy. My eyes narrow on the jerk.How dare he look at me like that.I can’t believe I’ve wasted so much time thinking about this man for all these months.
“And you’re here to massage me?”
I suck in a deep breath because as much as I want to chew this man out, he is still a client, and as the saying goes, ‘the client is always right.’
“Yes, sir,” I reply, putting on my sweetest work voice. “Where would you like me to set up?”
Alistair’s eyes narrow on me again as if I’m a puzzle he’s trying to work out.
“Out here,” he answers curtly, pointing toward the pool.
I nod my head and disappear into the cupboard where we store the massage tables and gear, then go ahead and begin to set up out on the deck. As I work, I can feel his eyes on me every step of the way, and it makes my blood boil.
Ihatethat he looks this good.
No, better than when I last saw him.
There was a portion of me hoping, wishing that he had stacked on a few pounds and maybe lost all his hair and that he had been using photoshop on his social media photographs. Instead, he turns up looking like a fucking Adonis stepping out of the pool.
Fuck, life isn’t fair sometimes.
There’s a knock at the door, and his brows raise as he glares at me.
Is he expecting someone else?
I make my way to the villa door and pull it open to Roxana standing on the other side. Her eyes widen in surprise.
“What are you doing here?” Roxy whispers.
“Sierra had an accident, she’s broken her ankle, and I’ve taken over her shift,” I explain.
“Shit! Is she okay?” she asks.
“Not sure. Lauren’s taken her to the medic. What are you doing here?”
“Sierra booked a two-person happy ending massage for Mr. King,” she explains.
My stomach sinks at the realization of why she’s here and what she is about to do with Alistair.
He’s not yours anymore, Eloise.
He never was.
Treat him like any other client.
This is what he requested, and this is what you will have to provide for him, no matter how much the thought of Roxana touching him makes your stomach flip.
Switch off—do your job.
Luckily, I like Roxana. She’s this gorgeous raven-haired ex-model from Poland. Not only is she beautiful, but she is also kind. We’ve played many times before and always have a great time. Roxana is bisexual but leans more toward women, and she is good at what she does.
“I’m glad it’s you,” I tell her.
“Me too. It’s been a while since we’ve played,” she purrs. Her lips are painted in her signature bright red lipstick as she looks me over with her hungry ice blue eyes. “I’m looking forward to it.”