I knew I was in trouble the minute I saw his one-eyed monster, standing up like a tall flag pole, as if waiting for me to salute. College student by day, masseuse by night. Kit gets more than she bargained for when Dexter comes to their spa for a treatment. Dexter has never been great with relationships. Moving to and fro, living in different parts of the world, his job requirements made it easier to play around with women. When he was assigned in Thailand he went for a relaxing massage, like he always does whenever he travels for work. It keeps him relaxed for both work and play. Under the sheet and blanket he was completely naked. Did he cross a line allowing his private man parts to be completely exposed to the masseuse? Absolutely. Is she going to make a complaint about it? Absolutely not. Can both keep it as nothing more than a massage, or will it spiral into something else?

"I don't know who you think you are coming here, and acting like you don't care about anything. Now listen here Princess, because I'm not going to repeat myself. Here's a couple of rules that I'd like to enlighten upon you. Number one, you do not talk back to me. And two, you don't mess with me or the rules," his breath fans my face and I close my eyes. The proximity between us was terrifying. "I've dealt with many bitches like you, so I suggest that you follow those rules unless you want to end up like them," - he leans in. His mouth lingers near my ear, "used." ... "... You might think that you run this place, but you do not run me. Understand? And the sooner you understand that, the better it'll be for the both of us," I warn staring right into his eyes before walking away. I was more than amused by his dumbfounded expression. I stop, and turn back around, facing him, "And one piece of advice, know what you're fishing for before you start fishing. What if you find a shark and it reels you in, instead?" ⇒Highest rank: 1 in Chicklit on 01.08.16