Twisted (7 page)

Kevin laughed. “Yes, I have room for one more beautiful student. Alexis will fill you in on what you need and what nights I teach.”

“Do you give private lessons?” Clarice asked, batting her long, fake eyelashes at him.

“Only to gifted students,” he replied, looking at Tina.

“Don’t pay any attention to the two of them. They were checking out a waiter before you arrived.”

“Which one?” Kevin asked.

Tina looked around, found him, and pointed him out.

“Oh, that one. His name is Shin. He’s eighteen years old and the owner of this club’s son.”

Alexis and Clarice squealed.

“They’re into robbing cradles,” Tina explained.

“I know Alexis better than that,” Kevin said. “Where is Jerome?”

“Working,” Alexis answered over the music. “And before you ask, yes, he does know I’m here.”

He turned his attention back to Tina. “How did you escape?”

“You sound like I have to ask permission to leave the house.”

Both Alexis and Clarice mumbled something behind their drinks.

Tina rolled her eyes at them.

“I bet he’s not home,” Kevin replied.

Clarice and Alexis laughed.

Tina threw them a murderous look. “No,” she answered honestly. “But that doesn’t mean a thing. I am a big girl and I can do what I want.”

“Then dance with me,” Kevin said to her. He rose, took her hand, and led her to the floor to dance to Shakira’s “Hips Don’t Lie.”

Damn, she thought as Kevin got his hips moving to the beat. She liked the song and actually exercised and worked her abs to it. Tina had the hip rolling down to a science and before long, the two of them were dancing like the floor belonged only to them.

Kevin, she discovered, was a real good dancer. He was light on his feet and graceful. She didn’t know why that surprised her since he was that way with everything he did. Toward the end of the song, he moved closer to her and held her hand and did the salsa dance with her, moving her around so she could only dance for him. Tina was tired and sweaty by the time the song ended, but she felt good as she laughed with Kevin.

He followed her back over to the table. “It was nice to meet you, Clarice,” he said, bowing to her. “You ladies enjoy yourselves and don’t keep Tina out too late.”

“You’re leaving?” Tina asked as she fanned herself from the exertion of dancing.

“Yes,”  Kevin answered. “I have another stop to make and then I’m heading for home. It’s been a long day.” He bent down and kissed her on the head. “Have fun,” he whispered to her, and then he walked away.

Tina turned and watched him walk to the bar, noting how good he looked in jeans. He slapped hands with an older Asian man leaning against the bar. Tina had noticed him earlier, watching them as they danced. He must be the club owner and father of the jailbait waiter. Kevin put his glass on the bar and then left. She found Clarice and Alexis staring at her when he turned around. “What?”

“Girl, Erik is going to have a fit.”

“Why?” Tina asked, lifting her glass and pretending she didn’t know what Clarice was talking about.”

“Mr. Kung Fu likes you.”

“Nonsense,” Tina said. “Kevin is a dear friend.”

“Sure,” Clarice replied. “Alexis, how many dear friends do you have who give you a tender kiss on the head?”

“None,” Alexis answered, nursing her drink and not making the situation any better. “And did you check out their dancing? They were in sync, like they were doing a mating dance.” She put her drink down. “Did you tell him we were going to be here tonight?”

“No,” Tina answered. “I don’t know anything about this place. I never heard of it until you mentioned it. And besides, I haven’t seen him all evening. It was just a coincidence.”

“Sure,” Clarice said.

“He’s Asian, and we’re in an Asian bar. There’s nothing sinister about it,” Tina insisted.

“Uh huh,” Clarice said. “Honey, wake up. He is definitely into you.”

Tina finished her drink, ignoring Clarice. Kevin was just a friend. Two hours and two Pina Colada’s later, Tina went home to bed, dreaming about that kiss.

Chapter Three

“Your muscles are pretty tense,” Kevin told Tina after their class ended. “Sit down and let me see if I can work it out.”

She and Kevin had had a very strenuous workout and he didn’t hold back on her like he did for those in the beginner’s class. She was glad for this since she had some issues to work out. Tina sat down lotus style on the floor with her long legs folded beneath her.

“You’re very flexible,” he replied as he got down on his knees and came up behind her.

“I took gymnastics as a child at the local YWCA. I wanted to compete in the Olympics, but then I kept right on growing and my dreams flew right out of the window.”

Kevin chuckled and placed his hands on her shoulders just below her neck and began massaging. “No, there aren’t many tall gymnasts, but you could have been a model.”

“No,” Tina said. “Too much trouble. You have to smile all the time and pretend that you like all those god-awful clothes the designers want you to wear. And then you have to learn to grace the catwalk. No thanks, I think I made the right choice.”

“I think so too,” Kevin replied, pressing his fingers into her neck and working the knots out.”

“You’re very good at this,” Tina said, relaxing and letting his fingers work miracles on her aching shoulders.

“I’m a licensed masseuse,” he told her. “Like you, I went through a lot of career choices. I haven’t always been the suave and debonair Kung Fu master I am now. I got thrown around a lot as a child.”

Tina found that hard to believe since Kevin stood well over six feet tall and had probably been a tall child.

“And how long have you been into martial arts?”

“Since the time I could walk. My father and grandfather were big into it back then. I was the youngest black belt in our area and they had me competing from a very early age.”

“When did you have time for fun?” Tina asked, moving her head in a circle to work out a kink in her neck.

“That was fun,” Kevin said. “And great exercise.” He moved further down on her shoulders.

“That feels so good,” Tina moaned. Her eyes widened, realizing how that might have sounded.

Kevin chuckled. “I’ve never gotten a response like that before from a client, but then most of my clients aren’t tall, beautiful billionairesses either.” He rubbed a little more. “You need to learn to relax and take it easy.”

“Easier said than done,” Tina replied, closing her eyes and enjoying the full effect of Kevin’s magical fingers as they made their way down the small of her back.

“I’d love to give you a proper massage,” Kevin said.

“You’re doing pretty well right now,” Tina replied. Yet the thought of a full body massage didn’t sound like a bad idea. Most of the salons were probably already closed. “Too bad you don’t have a table.”

“What if I told you that I do? Would you allow me to do you?”

Tina eyes opened at the sexy question. “Where?” she asked, not believing him.

“I have one in a room, just outside my office. It’s fully equipped.”

“Seriously? You’re a masseuse? I thought you were kidding.”

“Fully licensed,” Kevin told her. “I can hit all your pressure points and awaken a few of those pleasure spots.”

“Sounds inviting and a bit kinky.” She chuckled. Kevin was such a tease.

His fingers went lower on her back and Tina jumped.

“It’s a knot,” he told her. “It needs to be properly worked out.”

The spot he touched hurt like crazy. “Do you have music?” Tina asked.

“Yes,” Kevin replied. “Tranquil, relaxing music, and iced tea.”

“Do you do deep tissue?”

“I can go deep,” he answered.

Tina shuddered. “Would I have to undress?” She felt his fingers tremble.

“That’s entirely up to you.”

“When?” she asked.

“When what?” he asked.

“We can we do it?”

The massage stopped. “Now. Hit the shower and join me in my office in fifteen minutes.” He rose and helped her to her feet. “I’ll try to be gentle,” he told her.

Tina gazed up into his eyes. They twinkled merrily behind his glasses.

“I trust you,” she said. “See you in fifteen minutes.” She grabbed her towel and walked away from him.

****

Tina entered Kevin’s office and looked around. She’d been there hundreds of times before and even though she noticed the other door he’d just come through, she never paid it any mind. Kevin had changed into a white outfit and beckoned her into the other room with a finger.

“The room is ready,” he told her. “There’s a folding screen for you to change behind if you have a desire to do so. Just get up on the table, lie down on your stomach, and cover yourself with the sheet.”

Tina nodded that she understood and walked through the door. “This is nice,” she said, checking out the table and the beautiful Asian décor. Beside the shade, she spotted his degree in a frame on the wall, a cabinet next to the door with a towel warming machine, and rack of white towels. Oriental music filtered into the room.

“I’ll be back in a moment,” Kevin said, excusing himself and leaving the room.

Tina walked over to the shade, stepped behind it, and began to undress. She wasn’t modest and she and Kevin were friends. She was sure they could both handle it. Tina came from behind the shade, climbed up on the table, and covered herself with the sheet.

Kevin came back in carrying a tray of oils and set it down on the cabinet next to the table. “I’m just going to adjust the music and the lights,” he told her.

“Okay,” Tina said, feeling a little self-conscious now about being nude in a small room with Kevin. The music changed to rhythm and blues and the lights dimmed.

“I think you will be more comfortable now,” he explained.

No, in fact, it had the opposite effect. Tina smiled weakly, thinking now how romantic music and dimmed lighting took on a whole new meaning.

Kevin adjusted the sheet, lowering it around her shoulders and tucking it just below her shoulder blades. She heard him move the little bottles around on the tray, and then she felt his hands on her shoulders.

“Just relax,” he told her. “Close your eyes and enjoy the music.”

Oh, that feels so good,
Tina thought. Kevin had big hands and nimble fingers and after a few minutes, he had her so relaxed she didn’t care about her state of nakedness beneath the sheet.

She felt a draft as he adjusted the sheet again, and then his fingers moved down her back. Kevin didn’t say a word as he worked his way down her spine.

“Ooh,” Tina said as he worked her lower lumbar area and her sides. His hands went down to her hips and his fingers gripped both sides and squeezed. His fingers were dangerously close to her behind, but he didn’t lift the sheet. His fingers kneaded the side of each cheek near the hip to work out the stiffness.

“Your glutes are phenomenal,” he replied.

This is so embarrassing
, Tina thought as he gripped her hips again and pressed his fingers into them.

Kevin worked his way down the left leg to her feet and then continued on to her right side. Her body took on a new meaning of tense as he massaged her toes.

“You can turn over now,” Kevin said, adjusting the sheet back up to her neck.

Tina rolled over and sat up and watched Kevin as he poured her a glass of iced tea. She tucked the sheet around her breasts and held it so it wouldn’t slip. Kevin walked back over to the table and handed her the iced tea. She kept one hand on the sheet.

“I hope you like oolong.”

“Never tried it,” Tina said. She sipped the tea. “This is good.”

“And it’s good for you,” Kevin told her like a doctor. He paused. “How do you feel so far?”

“Your hands are magical,” she said, looking at him. He lifted a glass of tea and saluted her.

“Thank you. I hope I’m not massaging too roughly.”

“No, you’re doing an excellent job.” She sipped the tea again, very aware that he was staring at her. “I didn’t realize I was so tense.”

“It’s from sitting all day behind a computer,” he told her. “I recommend that you get a massage at least once or twice a month.”

“Most of the massage parlors are closed by the time I get off of work,” Tina replied.

“Then I’ll do it. I can fit you in whenever you need it.”

“You know I was a little embarrassed at first to be naked under this sheet, but you’re very professional.”

Kevin put down his glass of iced tea. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You are a beautiful woman.”

Tina sipped the tea, not out of thirst, but for the rush of heat in her loins.

“Why are you blushing?” Kevin asked. “I’m sure men have complimented you on your looks before.”

“Not lately,” Tina said. She took a big sip of the tea, suddenly aware that the rest of her body was responding to the conversation. She handed Kevin the glass and lay back on the table.

“May I?” he asked.

“Yes.”

Kevin adjusted the sheet to the top of her breasts, pausing slightly and then smiling.

Tina blushed, sure that he got a glimpse of her erect nipples even though the sheet covered them. “Your cologne is nice,” she told him to change the subject.

Kevin began massaging her clavicle.

“Thanks, it’s a special blend I’ve created.”

He didn’t have to brag. The man was a genius. “You should market it.”

“I’m way ahead of you,” Kevin said, working down her arms. His hands dipped under the sheet, rubbing her sternum. “That’s one of the reasons I’m going to San Francisco. I have a meeting with a cosmetic company.”

Tina’s nipples hardened and budded as he neared them. He brought the sheet down to her waist, exposing her breasts and working the sides of her rib cage.

“You have beautiful breasts,” he said, still massaging.

“Thank you,” Tina said, in full blush.

No more conversation. Kevin just continued down to her hips, moving the sheet up to cover her breasts and working his way down her legs. She didn’t know her knees were so sensitive. Hell, she didn’t know why her entire body felt like it was in tune with his fingers.