The Masseuse (16 page)

“Swirl my tongue around it?”

“Jez...”

“Take it into my throat?” That was technically impossible unless she wanted to die, but a girl could aspire.

Another groan.

“Are you stroking my phal?”

“Yes.” His breathing hitched. “He’s so hard for you, Jez.”

“Is he?” Jezebel was surprised her vocals were working considering her body was melting directly into the chair.

“Yes.”

“If I was there, I’d kiss him first, and then I’d suck him into my mouth, licking the tip over and over...”

Ramsey’s groans in her ear had her clenching her legs together and wishing they were in the same time zone so she could play with herself on a bed, as she knew he was doing.

“Ramsey, are you close?”

“Keep talking baby...”

She smirked. “And when my mouth gets sore from taking my phal there, I’d slide up your body, and sit on your face...” She paused when he groaned and muttered something about tearing her ass up when he returned. “Can you taste me, baby?”

His response was unintelligible but she figured it was a yes.

“After I come from your tongue, I’d crawl down your body, and slide
your
pussy over my phal...” He groaned. “...and then I’d sit on him, taking him into my body over and over...”

Ramsey’s breaths grew unsteady, and she knew he was close, very close.

She remained silent.

“Jez?”

“Yes?”

“Talk to me...”

She thought about him lying in bed, stroking himself, and thought about all the nights she’d done the same thing because he wasn’t here. With an evil smirk, she sighed and murmured, “Sorry, Ramsey, something came up. I’ll talk you later.”

With that, she hung up, stood and made her way to the bathroom. She needed to relieve the tension the conversation had created.

Chapter 11

“How sexy is that?”

“Super sexy.” Jezebel ran her fingers across the soft, curling hairs that now graced Delilah’s head. When Delilah had met her for brunch sans wig, Jezebel had been stumped, but her sister had only sat down, pointed to her scalp, and began talking about her new sexy hair.

“When did it start growing in?”

“A few weeks ago,” Delilah responded. “There’s finally enough for me to lose the wig.”

Jezebel returned to her seat. “You look beautiful, Lilah.”

It was true. Her sister had the type of face that looked good with any hairstyle and the short look made her edgy. Add to the fact that she was wearing a sleeveless, ripped denim top, and short white denim bottoms for the warm May day, and yes...her sister looked quite hot.

Delilah grinned. “Thanks, Jez. You don’t look too shabby yourself.” Her smile faded. “How are you holding up?”

Jezebel frowned. Seriously? They were going to do this again? “I told you, I’m fine.”

Delilah didn’t look convinced, but then she chuckled. “And I told you you’re lying. Wasn’t he supposed to be back Friday?”

Nodding, Jezebel was thankful for the waitress who appeared to take their orders.

“Well?”

“He’s delayed.”

“Again?” Delilah asked.

She nodded. “Yes. He’s got businesses around the country. He’s busy.”

“Okay.” Delilah smiled. “Where is he now?”

“South Korea.”

“Maybe you should go visit...”

“He’ll be back Wednesday.”

“Unless he’s delayed again.” Delilah sighed at Jezebel’s frown. “Sorry. I’m just—I just don’t like seeing you upset.”

“I’m not upset!”

“Or depressed.”

“Delilah!”

“I don’t want you to get hurt, okay?”

Jezebel sighed. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I get it.”

“Okay then.” The waitress returned with a virgin pina colada for Delilah and a ginger ale for

Jezebel. “So, when do I get to meet him?”

“Saturday?” This meeting had been long in coming. She’d told Ramsey her sister wanted to meet him and he hadn’t batted a lash when he asked for the time and location. But they’d had to cancel because of his trips.

“If he comes back on Wednesday,” Delilah murmured.

“What was that?” Jezebel hissed.

“Nothing. Nothing. Jeez.”

When Delilah continued to glare at her, Jezebel sighed. “I’m sorry, okay. I’m just...tense.”

Her sister rolled her eyes. “Obviously.”

“Let’s talk about something else. How was your photo shoot for—”

“How well do you know him?”

“What?”

“Seriously, Jez, you haven’t met his family or friends...you don’t really know this guy, and he’s not just a screw-buddy anymore. You guys are dating—seriously dating, if the looks on your face indicate anything.”

Jezebel shook her head. What had gotten into her sister? She was like a dog with a bone this morning. “Delilah, let me worry about that.”

“I would but you seem not to care,” her sister snapped. “This isn’t like you, Jez. What are you waiting around for? He hasn’t taken you to see his family, he told you that his family is ‘specific’ aka racist as fugg, and you’re just...allowing the relationship to happen at his pace.” Sometimes she regretted sharing stuff with her sister. “Are you afraid he’ll leave you if you demand more?”

“No!” Jezebel shook her head. “Look, I know what I’m doing, Lilah. I know you’re concerned but I know what I am doing.”

“Well, can you share it because I’d like to know too.”

“Lilah!”

“Fine!” Delilah snapped. “Whatever. It’s your life.”

“Yes, it is.” They didn’t speak and the waitress arrived with their breakfast platters. Delilah tucked into hers, looking anywhere but at Jezebel, and Jezebel did the same. After long minutes of this, Jezebel decided to make peace. “You’re being nosey as usual, but I love you for it.”

Delilah gave her a slight smile. “Nosey is in my DNA, just like it’s in yours when you’re concerned about what I’m doing.”

Jezebel grinned and they went back to eating their breakfast. She’d thought that was the end of it when her sister asked in a loud whisper, “Are you at least protecting yourself?”

An elderly grandmother looked over at her with a frown.

“Jesus Christ, Lilah, why don’t you announce to the entire café that I’m having sex?”

Her sister chuckled. “C’mon, we’re adults. If we’re not having sex, something’s wrong.” She

clucked her tongue. “So, are you?”

***

Jezebel awoke to an uneasy feeling. Rolling over, she looked around in the dark, silent and alert. Unable to see or hear anything odd, she relaxed. After long seconds listening out for strange sounds, she slipped from her bed and went to the bathroom. She’d probably been awakened by the need to pee. Drowsy but still needing to make sure all was well in her home, she grabbed the steel bat she kept under her bed, navigated the stairs and moved through the house. She’d turned on her alarm for doors and windows. There was no noise or phone calls signaling a breach so she decided that she was being paranoid. Still paranoia had its quirks, and she had to do a full check before she’d be content to go back to sleep.

She’d checked the living room, and was about to leave when her eyes caught something. A long strand of black hair was on the back of her cream couch. She picked it up and rolled it between her fingers, testing the texture. It could be hers, but while her hair was long, it was and had never been this long. It could be Rosalie, the woman who came in bimonthly on Sundays to help her with cleaning, and sometimes, laundry if she’d been too busy to get to it. However, Rosalie was Ecuadorian and her hair was finer than this. Maybe Rosalie had had help...

Looking around, Jezebel began to nitpick. Had she left pamphlets on her coffee table? Likely. Had she left the remote on the far corner of the couch? Likely.

Making her way to the kitchen, she looked around. Everything seemed in place. She moved to the bathroom, to the closets, and finally, to her alarm system. She probably should have checked it first. It hadn’t been turned off or paused in four hours. That sounded about right since she’d set it at 9 o’clock.

Dismissing her paranoia, Jezebel moved through the house and turned off all of the lights, before making her way back to the bedroom. As she settled under the thin covers, she thought back to the strand of hair. Rosalie must have had help the last time she was here. With a sigh, she nodded. She’d call the woman later.

***

“She has new neighbors.”

Ramsey frowned slightly as he listened to Vince’s update on Jezebel. “New neighbors?”

“Yeah. Danielle and Eric Marx. I checked them out. Husband’s in the medical field—sells medical supplies—and the wife, she’s opening a business with her high school friend—something with salons.”

“Salons?”

“Hair, nails, waxing—that type of stuff.”

“Why are you telling me this?” When he’d left on business, Ramsey had told Vince that he had a task for him. Vince was quiet, stealthy, didn’t really ask questions, and just who he needed to keep tabs on Jezebel while he was away.

“Because they’re...friends.”

“The wife or the husband?” he bit out, jealously rising at the thought of another man being friendly with Jezebel, particularly when he wasn’t around. Men were dogs around beautiful women, and Jezebel had her share of admirers without some new neighbor poaching on his territory.

“The wife—Dani.” Vince sounded amused. Ramsey frowned. “She likes to be called that.”

“When did they move in?”

“About a week ago.”

He blinked in irritation. “Why am I only hearing about this now?”

“Because Dani only went over to Jezebel’s house today. You told me keep tabs on Jezebel, not her neighbors.”

Right. Vince was right. There was no sense snapping on his cousin because he was...frustrated at the current situation. Not only was Jezebel mad at him, she wasn’t talking to him. “Keep me updated.”

“How’s everything in Seoul?”

He thought about the question, and the person who’d asked it. Vince was only curious. “It’s taking time, but I expect the deal will be completed in a few days.” It would either be completed or he was going to get very angry.

“How long have you been negotiating?”

“Two weeks.” Two
miserable
weeks. If not for the fact that this deal was so important, he would have walked away and let the chips fall where they may. As it stood, the chips were going to fall directly into his pocket anyway. This deal was more insurance than profit for Ramsey. If everyone benefited, no one would feel the need to sabotage as loss would be shared as well.

“Who’s the holdout?”

“Chang
Chul-Moo and his allies.” The snarky bastard. If not for the fact that Ramsey was a different kind of man...

“Doesn’t he like money?”

Ramsey grinned. “Sometimes it’s not about the money, Vince.”

“What’s better than money?”

“Power.” He sipped his whisky, pulling air over his tongue at the slight burn. Aged to perfection. Just like he liked it. Around him, low music played. He could see the other patrons of the bar, but was in a private, half-enclosed lounge. The female server at the entrance looked his way for what had to be the tenth time in ten minutes. She was responsible for bringing his drinks, whatever he needed...but he could see from her eyes that she wouldn’t mind
giving
him more. She was a pretty woman, all pale skin, delicate bones, and long, thin frame. If he hadn’t seen a doe-eyed, curvaceous, brown-skinned beauty at an event he’d attend on a whim, she would have done well. He would have been satisfied. But she would do nothing for him. Even now, with her eye-sexing him, his cock—Jezebel’s cock—was as flaccid as ever. “Chang doesn’t want to give up his power.”

“He has to,” Vince said tonelessly.

“Yes, yes he does.” It wasn’t a choice, though Ramsey had been sure to pose it as one. He was diplomatic, a consummate professional. He liked to offer people choices.

“So why hold out?”

“Maybe he has a final trick up his sleeve.” Ramsey hoped not. That would mean he had to spend even more time in Seoul and he wanted to go home, to Jezebel, to her smile, her laughter, her warmth, and his pussy. His cock throbbed at the thought. Christ, he missed her. He’d felt like utter shit telling her that he was delayed, but it had to be done. He’d cancelled his flight three times already. This time, he hadn’t rescheduled. Still, he wasn’t spending more than another week in Seoul. He’d already been gone a month. If Chang wanted to hold out, fine. Ramsey wasn’t playing his game.

“Maybe you should remove the problem.”

Ramsey snorted. Vince saw a problem and thought of one way, and one way only, to take it out. “That’s not my style—at least not yet. That’s expected. I’m doing something new, something different.”

“Why change the mold if it’s not broken?”

“Sometimes, change is good.” He sipped his whisky again, looking around the bar for imperfections. Like a few others in the city, it was his, and Ramsey tolerated no less than perfection from his businesses. “Look at America. From slavery to their first black president: who would have thought?”

Vince snorted. “A lot of people had to die for that to happen.”

He smirked. Vincent had a point. Sometimes it was easy to forget that Vince had attended MIT, but his conversations quickly reminded anyone. “Yes.” Deciding he’d had enough of Vince’s wisdom, he said, “Stay with her. I want her covered at all times of the day and night. Understood?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks, Vince.”

“Yeah.”

***

“So, it’s Saturday...
again
.” Delilah held up her empty wine glass and sighed.

From across the couch, Jezebel glared at her. “I don’t want to hear it, Lilah.” She wasn’t in the mood. On top of Ramsey’s disappointment, she’d had a cold for most of the week and her body was still in recovery.

“I’m just pointing out that it—”

“I know it’s Saturday and I know Ramsey isn’t back yet.” On Tuesday, as she was shopping in Victoria’s Secret for some lingerie that would reveal her secret to him, he’d called to apologize and let her know that he had to postpone coming back to the city...again. That had prompted an argument. She’d raised her voice, and he’d remained silent on the other end, taking her anger. It wasn’t until she’d accused him of having another family, with a Korean wife and maybe seven kids that he’d spoken up to tell her that wasn’t the case. “I know.”