Touching Angel's Desires (22 page)

“I’m sure. Trust me.”

“Okay,” Mike said, looking doubtful.

“Well, in you go. You’d better not keep them waiting.”

Angel stepped back, watching Mike knock on the door. She heard Dan’s
voice telling him to come in—her heart pounded in excitement. Mike entered the
room and the door closed. Angel waited for it to kick off. Stacie wouldn’t
handle the situation well at all, she predicted, despite her little adventure
in the orgy room. She would be furious at Dan. If Angel was right, and Stacie
was falling in love with him, then she would feel hurt, betrayed, dirty, used,
you name it. With any luck, she would pack her bags and leave.

She stood, waiting, for what felt like hours. The bedroom door opened.
Before Angel had chance to wonder who it would be, Mike came back out, closing
the door behind him.

“What happened?”

“Dan’s talking to her. I think he’s trying to convince her that
having sex with me is part of her lessons.”

“I take it she’s not happy then?”

“You could say that.”

Angel felt her heart skipping. What was going on in there? Was Stacie
furious, packing to go? She cursed the thick wooden doors that made it
impossible to eavesdrop. After a few minutes, Dan opened the door and asked Mike
back in the room. He looked at Angel, clearly puzzled to see her there, but
said nothing.

He went back in the room—the door closed. Angel stared at the door.
What was going on? Why wasn't Stacie storming out, furious? Surely she wasn’t
actually considering it!

Angel stood gazing at the bedroom door. How on earth had Dan managed
to keep her in the building? Desolate, she wandered slowly back toward the
reception area, arriving at the top of the stairs. Angel turned around,
glancing down the corridor toward Dan and Stacie’s room. She hoped Mike was
showing her how a real man treated a girl. Dan was probably being far too nice.
The thought of his cock sliding in and out of her crashed into Angel’s mind.
God!
She stopped, clinging onto the
balcony, staring down at the reception area. A tear spilled over, tracing its
way down her cheek. She wiped it away fiercely. Angel didn’t cry over men. She
gritted her teeth and slowly went downstairs.

Angel passed Bailey and Shannon at the main desk. She continued to
her office, walked briskly over to her desk and took a seat in her large
leather chair. Angel placed her head in her hands and took several deep
breaths, trying futilely to push thoughts of that woman out of her mind.

A timid knock came at the door.

“Yes?”

The door opened and Shannon came in, holding a piece of paper.

“Is there a problem?” Angel lifted her head slightly.

“We’ve had the caterers on about next weekend’s buffet.”

Angel clicked her fingers, indicating Shannon to bring the paper to
her. She spread it out on her desk—it was a list of various quotes for
different numbers and themes, depending on what she wanted.

“Okay, thank you, you can leave.”

Angel scanned the quote, concentrating her mind on the upcoming
ball. Maybe a distraction was what she needed. She wondered if they could make
the food have an erotic theme, arranging it in suggestive designs and shapes. She
called the caterers. The woman she needed to speak to was unavailable, but she
left a message for her to call.

Angel began writing down her own ideas of designs for the food.
Before long there was a knock at the door. “Yes, come in,” she called.

Shannon popped her head around the door. “Gwen is here.”

“Fantastic, finally I get to relax,” Angel said, standing up.

Gwen walked in, carrying a large briefcase and a folding portable
massage bed. They exchanged greetings and Angel showed her through to the
bedroom.

“You can set up here,” Angel said. She watched for a second as Gwen
began to set up the bed, then she went through to the bathroom, snagging her
bathrobe on the way. She stripped in the bathroom and put on the robe, not that
it really mattered, she thought. She had no qualms about being naked in front
of anyone.

Gwen was setting up her creams and oils when Angel went back in, so
she sat on her bed and waited until the masseuse indicated she was ready. She
dropped the robe and climbed onto the massage bed, facing down. Gwen covered
her bottom with a towel and began the massage. She felt a drizzle of cool oil
down her back, then Gwen’s wonderful warm hands on her skin, stroking,
smoothing, digging gently at the tight knots. Gwen’s strong fingers probed,
forcing her to loosen her shoulders and relax into the bed. She closed her eyes
and began to daydream.

Angel was almost asleep, lost in the pleasure of her expert hands
caressing and manipulating her flesh when she heard her office door flung open.
Astonished that someone would just barge in, she was about to get up when she
heard footsteps striding across the room toward her flat. Astonishment became
anger. Who would dare to invade her privacy? She looked up just as the bedroom door
swung back and Dan burst in. His face was fuming.

“I would just like to say, thank you very much,” Dan yelled, marching
toward her and standing by the massage bed, glaring down at her.

“Can you give us a minute please, Gwen,” Angel asked, sitting up and
grabbing her robe. She took her time putting it on, turning her back to Dan,
trying to hide the sudden hope blossoming. There could be only one reason why
Dan would be so angry at her. She calmed her face and stood up, turning to face
him. “You’re going to have to tell me what the hell you’re talking about. And
it had better be good. How dare you barge in here like that?”

“Stacie has gone, you bitch.”

“Lose the attitude,” she told him, although a burst of exhilaration
lifted her heart. Had her plan actually worked? Had Stacie really gone? “What
are you talking about?” she bluffed.

“Stacie has left. Bringing Mike into the lesson made her feel cheap
and disgusting. She was almost crying.”

Angel suppressed a grin of pure triumph. “I am sorry to hear that, but
she needed to move on. She isn’t here just to have sex with you. If she can’t
handle the fact that she had to experience another man, then that’s her
problem.”

“You made this our problem,” he growled, advancing on her and
pointing his finger in her face. “If you’d just let me do things my way, she’d
still be here.”

“Look, I’m sorry if she handled it badly.”

“All my bloody hard work thrown away. Thanks,” he spat, turning
around to storm out the room.

“I’m sorry, Dan,” she called after him. “Honestly, anyone would
think you fancied her,” she said. Dan froze on the spot. “Maybe you do,” she
said, lowering her voice.

“I beg your pardon?” He turned around to glare at her, retracing his
angry steps, facing up to her. Angel stood her ground. “What did you say?”

“I said I was sorry.”

“After that,” he said.

Angel’s heart began beating rapidly, aware he heard exactly what she
had said. “Is there something wrong with your hearing? You know what I said.
Why don’t you tell me?”

“You said, anyone would think you fancy her. Angel, she was a client.
An important client who had complicated requirements. And she wasn't just a
client, she was a woman, a person. She had feelings. She had been hurt. I
wanted to help her get over her past. You assigned her to me. You trusted me
with her recovery. She was doing really well until you fucked it up. I told you
she wasn’t ready, but you had to insist. You had to think that you knew better.
Why would you assign me to her if you didn’t trust me to help her? This whole
thing has just been a complete waste of my time and hard work.”

Angel swallowed. Had she got it wrong? “Okay, I
apologize
for the screw
up. I just thought that she needed some encouragement and I am sorry for saying
you fancy her. I…I have just never seen you react that way to a client before. I
thought that something was going on,” her voice trailed to a whisper.

“Angel, I am so angry with you right now, I can’t even think
straight. I need to go,” he said, turning to leave the room again.

Angel called out to him. “Is there a chance I could see you later?”
She waited for his reply, but heard nothing. Maybe he left before he heard her
or maybe he did not wish to acknowledge her. She sank onto the bed. Had she
screwed this up beyond redemption?

Angel called Gwen back in the room. She climbed back on the massage
bed, getting comfortable on her front. Dan had rattled her so much that all
Gwen’s work so far had been wasted. Gwen reapplied the oils and began to run
her hands up and down her back.

She had been seeing Gwen for years. She would come in to do house
calls, or occasionally Angel would go to her boutique. She was in her late
forties, a larger lady, short with big breasts and the most amazing hands. She
had a warm round face and short curly hair.

Angel had her eyes shut tight, picturing Dan’s face contorted in
anger, anger aimed at her. Even furious, he was irresistible, looking sexier
than ever, his eyes lit up like a firework, his forehead creased in a frown. Was
it really just about his work being wasted? She could understand his point if
it was. Was it really just that? Was his concern for Stacie really only
professional concern? Had he been completely unmoved by the beautiful woman?

She felt her body becoming aroused just thinking about him, feeling Gwen’s
hands caressing her, imagining they were Dan’s.

“How does that feel?” Gwen asked.

“
Mmm
,” Angel responded, barely able to
form a coherent thought. She was close to falling asleep, deliciously
somnolent, yet aroused at the same time. She opened her eyes feeling in the
mood for some sexual fun. She turned over, pulling the towel off and dropping
it on the floor.

Gwen smiled. She knew Angel’s preferences. “Would you like an all
over body?” she asked.

Angel barely had to nod. She closed her eyes, going back to feeling
totally chilled and fully satisfied on her daily results. Angel felt oil on her
belly, then Gwen’s hands gently stroking her skin, across her stomach, then up toward
her chest. She shivered in anticipation and opened her eyes a crack, looking
down through her lashes. Gwen’s fingers worked their way to her breasts, avoiding
the buds which stood stiff, ready for attention. She massaged up and around Angel’s
breasts, working the oil into the skin, cupping her hands around the soft swell
at the sides where gravity pulled them down, pushing them together, massaging
Angel’s flesh. Her thumbs just touched on the nipples, causing Angel to pull in
her breath, before Gwen deserted her breasts entirely, running her hands back
down her torso.

Gwen’s hands moved over Angel’s waist, dipping in at the curve,
sending shivers of excitement through her. Angel didn’t bother hiding her
little intakes of breath and sighs of delight. Gwen brought her hands together
over Angel’s stomach, then slid quite deliberately lower, allowing her thumbs
to brush Angel’s mound. She drew circles on Angel’s belly, getting gradually
lower with each pass, her thumbs pressing harder each time. Angel could barely
stand it. Her thighs dropped open, permitting entry.

Instead, Gwen’s hands glided back up Angel’s body, skimming lightly
over her tummy, then sliding her hands up between Angel’s breasts. Her nipples stood
erect. Gwen moved around the table, standing at the top of Angel’s body. Her
touch was gentle, almost tickling as she turned her attention to Angel’s
shoulders. She massaged Angel’s shoulders and upper arms, then back up again, running
her hands down between Angel’s breasts. Angel could hardly stop herself from
thrusting her breasts into the woman’s hands. Gwen had massaged them many times
in the past, why did she leave them out now?

Gwen leaned over Angel’s body, running her hands down over Angel’s
firm stomach, then back up again. Then—finally—she cupped Angel’s breasts fully
in both hands, kneading them, pushing them together. Angel moaned aloud with
pleasure.

Gwen squeezed her breasts firmly, working the oil well in. Angel
could see her flesh shimmering in the light. She wriggled on the bed, her pussy
dripping in excitement. Angel closed her eyes allowing Gwen to manipulate and
tease her breasts, avoiding her nipples until Angel was almost begging. She teased
and tantalized, brushing nearer to the nipple area. Angel licked her lips,
concentrating on Gwen’s touch.

Gwen swiped the palms of her hands over her budded excited nipples, for
a mere fraction of a second. Angel jerked her body off the bed, clutching the
sides of the table as a pulse juddered through her body. Gwen pinched her nipples
and twisted a little, sending Angel further toward heaven.

Angel cried out as Gwen came around the side, one hand teasing her
nipple while the other palm rested on her mound, her fingers just touching the
tops of Angel’s inner thighs, which fell open to admit her. Unashamedly, she
pushed her pelvis up to meet the woman’s touch. She felt something cold touch
her breast and she opened her eyes to see a suction cup being placed over her
nipple. Gwen switched it on and it budded delightfully. Angel watched with
anticipation as Gwen squeezed the suction bulb. Angel watched her nipple being
sucked into the instrument forcing it high into the funnel. Her bud doubled in
size and the sensation…oh, the sensation sent all her nerve endings crazy.