Two fires are burning beneath my cheeks. A thrill surges through me as our lips meet.
I’m kissing Anthony Sanders…
It almost doesn’t feel real. But even if it’s not – even if I’m somehow dreaming – I know one thing for sure. It’s amazing.
I came in here as a professional woman to give a professional massage because that’s what I am. I got my CMT license in 18 months and work out of my best friend, Melissa’s, massage parlor. When I got the call from Anthony’s assistant offering the job interview, I almost didn’t take it, and this is why.
“There’s no way he wants a genuine masseuse,” I’d told Melissa. “He just wants a girl to take care of him every morning.”
Melissa simply shrugged. “So? See how much it pays before you turn it down.”
“I didn’t bust my ass for my license just to go give
