HEART FOR HIRE ✓

Forty Nine

When the rest of the guests leave, Zion convinces me to stay the night. He even offers his bed since it's the most comfortable in the house and promises to cook for me the best breakfast I'll ever taste. Since there's nothing I have to do at home, I stay.

"There are some towels I put for you in the bathroom," he tells me, "take a shower and I'll be loading the design school website. I'll help you apply when you're done."

What did I do to deserve this man?

The bathroom itself is the size of my whole apartment and the bathtub alone is the size of my living room. Everything is squeaky clean. The bathroom is bright lit with some golden colored lights and I don't waste any time. I take a very relaxing warm shower, wipe myself and wear some pajamas we bought from the mall today.

I'd put on his clothes but that's too cliche.

I find him in the living room making a phone call which he disconnects when he sees me. We sit together and look through the programs offered by the design school.
In the end, I end up choosing a diploma in clothing, tailoring and textiles. The website specifies that all applications will be responded to within five business days.

So, I cross my fingers. I hope they accept me.

"You are overthinking," Zion leans in and starts massaging my shoulders. "Have you ever got a massage?"

I shake my head, only because I don't want to open my mouth and reveal how I'm shamelessly enjoying his hands all over me.

"Would you like a massage, then?"

"Now?"

"Yes. Right now."

"Yeah, sure." I nervously nod my head. What will a massage feel like? I liked his hands when he massaged my shoulders, what about when he does it all over my body?

Am I even ready or willing to show him my whole body? Will he like it? What if he prefers curvy women that actually look like they eat?

"What are you thinking about? Are you having second thoughts?"

"No," I squeak. "I just have never been offered a free massage."

Zion smirks at me. "Who said anything about the massage being free?"

"What?" I jump and remove myself from his arms. "What do you mean?"

"I mean you have to do something for me in return.  Can you afford to?"

"You want money?" I gape at him

"Not money. That's my line, Natalia. There is something else I want."

"What is it?" I start to shake. What if he wants me to sleep with him? Am I ready for that? But they said that it hurts!

"Close your eyes. Now!" His voice holds a power of command. I close my eyes immediately and just as they are shut, his lips collide with mine in an earth-shattering kiss. It's the third time he's kissing me but each time, he manages to sweep me off my feet. What a prince charming! He pulls away and looks at me. "I want you to kiss me."

He wants me to kiss him? What's the difference between what he just did and what he wants? Does he want me to initiate the kiss? I'm too shy to do that. What if I bite him? It's not like I have so much experience in kissing, I've only been kissed thrice!

"C-can you close your eyes?"

"What for?" he smirks

"Just do it."

He obeys and closes his eyes. Slowly, I lean in and the first thing I do is place my lips on his. Both of us don't move, I also don't move my lips either.
This is not a kiss.
Then, like I remember, I start nibbling his lower lip. Unlike me, he doesn't open his mouth to let me slip my tongue inside so, I do what I saw someone doing in the movie the other day. I bite him.

When he groans out in pain, I slip my tongue inside and then the tongue kissing begins. Hell, I can't even believe I'm doing this. Since when do I make sexy men moan from my kisses? What have I become? My mum would be giving me a bombastic side eye right now!

"Wow," he breathes out after he pulls away. "You are such a quick learner, huh?"

"Shut up," I blush. "Now gimme my massage."

"Follow me, milady."

*****

When I wake up, I've never felt as relaxed as I feel right now. I had the best night of sleep in a king-size bed with fluffy pillows and cuddles from the most handsome man in the world. The way his hands moved last night during our private massage session, the way he kneaded the right places and made me feel like I was on my way to heaven. I love this man so much.

I raise my hands for the first time to touch his hair but I don't get to.
"You wanna take advantage of me after I have you that super massage?"

"I-"

"If you wanna touch me, all you have to do is ask. It's just the two of us here. Don't be shy."

"Zion!" I try to get out of bed but he beats me to it. He pins me down and hovers over me.

"Don't I get a good morning kiss?"

"I have morning breath."

"So what?" he raises his eyebrows. "The last person you kissed is me. Which means that my breath is still in your mouth, no?"

I try to push him away, not that I'm gonna succeed with a man this size with such muscles and abs.
"If I give you a kiss, will you let me get up?"

"No," he shakes his head, "that's not enough."

"What?"

"You have to repeat the words before you reached out to touch my hair."

I freeze. He heard them?
"But-"

"I love you too," he breathes out and kisses my neck sensually. "I want you to say back it like you said it when you thought I wasn't hearing."

"I love you handsome," I peck his cheek and when he starts smirking and looking for a perfect comeback, I shake his arms away and rush to the bathroom.

He loves me!

So, I had two options. To describe a massage which was gonna be more horrible than the kiss. So, there's another awkward kiss for you lol 😂