I look at the alarm clock beside the bed, and sigh. I’m back with five minutes to spare. I promised Dylan I’d be back by three-thirty, and I am. My eyelids feel heavy. I think I could easily sleep right here, fully clothed and with my shoes still on, although the view of the Capitol building makes me want to stay awake to admire it.
There’s a knock on the door, and I don’t really want to answer it. But I do. In front of me is a lady in a hotel uniform. “Hello?”
“Hi. Miss Molly?” she asks.
“Ah, yeah.” I look beside her, and see she has a large suitcase folded flat.
“I’m Mandy. Mr. Dylan has asked that I come to give you a massage.”
Oh. “A massage?” This is exciting.
“Yes, ma’am. A full-body massage. May I enter and set up, please?” She’s courteous and softly spoken.
“Sure.” Stepping aside, I let her in.
“How are you liking your stay here in Washington?” she asks as she makes quick work of assembling a massage table.
“I was at one of the Smithsonian museums. It’s huge.”
“Which one did you visit?” She places a white sheet on the table.
“American History.”
“Oh, that’s my favorite. I love the room they have dedicated to the Star-Spangled Banner. The dim lighting, no flash photography, it’s breathtaking.” She’s really engaging.
“The story behind it was amazing. I love seeing it, and noticing just how fragile it is.”
“Miss Molly, would you care to go into your bathroom and strip down to just your panties please. I have a robe here for you.”
“Do you want me to take a quick shower first? I’ve been walking around all day, and I’m sweaty.”
“I can come back in a few moments if you’re more comfortable having a shower first.”
“Do you mind?”
“Not at all.” She smiles. “Ten minutes?”
“Perfect, thank you.”
She leaves the room, and I quickly multitask by stripping and calling Dylan. He answers immediately. “I’m sorry, I can’t talk long, Molly. Everything okay?” he says hastily.
“I just want to say thank you. Mandy just arrived for my massage, but I sent her away for ten minutes while I grab a shower. I’m juggling calling you to say thank you, and stripping for a shower.”
Dylan catches a deep breath. “You’re welcome,” he says, his voice breaking on welcome. He makes me smile. He clears his throat before he says, “I have to go, if I want to make it back by four-thirty. I might be running a bit late as it is.”
“Okay. I’ll see you when you get back.”
“Bye.” He hangs up, and I’m staring at my phone like a damn goof. He makes me so happy.
Jumping in the shower, I make it in record time. I dry myself off and pull on a pair of panties and the robe. True to Mandy’s word, there’s a knock on the door exactly ten minutes after she left. I answer the door to find her there, still smiling. “Are you ready?” she asks.
“You have no idea how ready I am.”
“Take your robe off, please, and get up on the table lying on your tummy.” Don’t have to tell me twice. “Do you have any skin irritations? Anything I should know about?”
“No, nothing at all.”
“I have a gentle oil I like to use. It’s scented very lightly with vanilla. Is it okay if I use this, or would you prefer a lotion for sensitive skin?”
“The oil is fine.”
“Great.”
She starts working on my shoulders and I think, this must be what heaven feels like. Instantly, my eyes close and I fall in love with the slow, rhythmic movement of her hands on me. She’s strong, yet gentle. “I think I want to marry you,” I try to say, but it sounds like a slur.
“Is that a marriage proposition? I’ll let my partner know I’m moving,” she says and laughs.
“Your partner can come with us.” Crap, did I just offer to have a threesome with her? “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that.”
She laughs again. “It’s okay, I get daily proposals.”
“Damn it, I’m not the only one?” She works down my back, and gets right into my waist. “Oh yeah,” I groan when she applies the precise amount of pressure my body is craving.
I feel myself drifting into a very relaxed state, wishing it would never end.
On the brink of slumber, I feel her work my entire body. Every inch of skin touched by her magic hands. A few times I swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth. That would’ve been embarrassing, drooling on her table. But I’m sure that’s why she lays a sheet down first.
“Turn over for me please.”
Huh? What? She can’t be nearly done already. “No, keep going. Never leave,” I shamelessly beg as I turn. She places a towel over my breasts, keeping them covered. Working on my head, she massages my scalp. “Oh my God.” This is a thousand times better than getting my hair washed at the hairdressers. Holy crap. She is so good.
She lets out another small chuckle and continues de-stressing me.
I tune out, completely melting into the best massage I’ve ever had in my life.
I wake myself with a small snore, and realize Mandy’s already down to my legs. “Did I fall asleep?” I ask.
“You sure did. Only for about twenty minutes.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. I take it as a personal victory if my clients fall asleep while I’m massaging them.”
“I hate to say it, but if you’re going to massage my feet, I’m afraid I’ll probably end up falling asleep again.”
“Lucky that’s my next spot.”
She works her way down my legs, and onto my feet. I’m higher than heaven. I never want her to leave. She finishes one foot and moves to the other, when the door opens. I don’t care who’s here, I’m loving every moment of this, enjoying it way too much to even look up to see who’s walked in.
“You look relaxed,” Dylan says as he stands at my head, and looks down at me.
“You have no idea,” my voice is tranquil. “I’m so lazy. I don’t want to move.” Suddenly a quick panic frightens me, and I feel my body to make sure I’m not exposed in front of Dylan. I think it would be uncomfortable for him to see me naked. I feel my body, and realize I have a towel covering my body from my chest to my thigh.
“I’m going to go down to the bar and have a drink while you’re getting your massage.”
“I should only be another ten minutes,” Mandy says.
“Take your time. I’ll be back in about twenty.” Dylan leaves, and I’m suddenly feeling guilty that I don’t want Mandy to leave.
Before I know it, Mandy’s finished. “How did that feel?”
“I’m marrying you,” I say without thinking.
“Maybe next time. But for now, I’ll have to decline,” she says while smiling.
“That oil you used. Wow. It’s so nice. And it’s not overpowering at all.”
“Thank you. Here, let me help you up.” She takes my arm, and assists. “You’ll feel tired, and you should probably rest. Tomorrow you may even feel a little stiff and sore. That’s all perfectly normal.” I get off the foldable bed, and get a bottle of water from the mini-fridge in the room. Opening it, I guzzle it. “You’ll also be thirsty.”