My Computer Nerd

It was supposed to be about networking. It wasn’t supposed to change my life.

Running my own massage business can be hard, so when a tech company offered me a good day’s pay and a chance to get new clients, it was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up.

But I wasn’t prepared for Ian.

I loved being single, and he totally wasn’t my type. So, when he asked me out, I only said yes to be nice. I may have felt sorry for him—at least that’s what I told myself—and I figured there was no way an IT nerd could handle a heartbreaker like me.

Only he handled me well. A little too well. And now the person I feel sorry for is myself. Because I was the one falling for him, and it looks like my heart might be the one that gets broken.

Excerpt:

It seemed no one wanted to be first, so after the first massage, my time slots filled up. A few even asked for my business card after they were finished. There was even one who didn’t get a massage but asked for my card, and I was feeling hopeful.

I was down to my last half hour and considered packing up early when a shadow crossed my doorway. I turned around, ready to greet the last employee of the day.

“Hell—” It was Ian from that morning. “O,” I quickly finished.

“Anyone else coming for the last spot?” he asked.

“Nope. It’s all yours if you want it.”

He lifted a shoulder. “Why not?” he said and stepped into the room. “What do I need to do?”

“Do you want to keep your clothes on or get naked?”

Ian raised a brow, and my face heated.

“I mean, do you want to get undressed? It’s—it’s up to you.”

Great. Now I was embarrassed, and I didn’t get embarrassed in front of clients.

“Naked works for me.”

I waited for him to wink at me or give me a sleazy smile, but his face remained neutral.

“Okay.” I ran my hand over the sheet on my table. “I’ll leave for a minute and let you undress. You can use the sheet to wrap around your waist, or you can lie down and cover up.”

“Okay.”

With that, I stepped out of the room and headed for the restroom to splash some cold water on my face. After I felt more in control, I returned.

I knocked on the door and slowly pushed it open so that Ian would have enough time to say something if he wasn’t ready for me to come in yet. But he kept silent and didn’t even look away from his phone when I entered to see him lying on his back.

Which was a good thing because he probably would have seen my jaw drop.

He was so tall and thin, I thought he’d be scrawny underneath his clothes. He was anything but. I was not expecting to see so many muscles. Every inch of him was toned and fit, including a shadow of a six-pack of abs.

My fingers itched to touch him. And not in a professional way.

I removed my sweater, but the room was still too hot.

“We only have about twenty minutes, so what would you like to focus on?” I ask him once I composed myself.

He looked up from his phone, and I heard it click as he turned off his screen. “What do you mean?”

“Where are your problem areas? Shoulders? Lower back? Legs?”

He smiled. “All of it.”

I picked up my card and handed it to him. “A full body massage takes about an hour. If you’d like me to work you over.” I cleared my throat. “If you’d like me to work on all your problem areas, you can always make an appointment. But for now, we don’t have enough time. Is there one part of you that is worse than the others?”

He tapped my card against his phone. “I suppose my lower back.”

I smiled, knowing we now had a plan of action, and that he’d have to lie on his stomach. I didn’t think I could handle him watching me the whole time. “Great.” I held out my hand. “I can take your things and set them on the counter while you lie face down.”

He gave me his glasses, phone, and card, but I didn’t turn away quick enough before he moved to get situated.  He flapped the sheet out to cover up his backside and I caught a glimpse of his dick.

He wasn’t hard, but the man was definitely a shower, not a grower. Unless he was both, then be still my heart, because that thing would ruin a woman for all other men.

I quickly spun around to set his things down and hoped that he hadn’t been able to see my face with his glasses off.

Get a grip, Harper. You are being very unprofessional.

This wasn’t the first penis I’d seen by accident in my line of work, but normally it wasn’t a big deal. Here I was, practically panting over this one.

This was going to be the longest twenty-minute massage I’d ever given.