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She felt his head and neck. “You’re burning
up. I’m calling the doctor.”

Not only was it hot outside, spots were
passing in front of his eyes and he found himself still aroused.
What the hell? He’d never had side effects like this after an
anaphylactic episode. “Help me sit down, and I’ll be fine.”

“
You are sitting down. I’m
calling the doctor.”

When she turned to leave, he grabbed her
hand. “Trust me; it has nothing to do with my shellfish allergy.”
But why did the medication for his allergy work like Viagra? Not
that he needed or had ever taken an erectile medication, but he
knew the gist of them.

“
Are you sure?”

A light chuckle spilled
out even though he tried to keep it inside. “I’m positive. But I
could take some time to relax.”
Otherwise
I’m going to strip you down and make gentle love to you on the
porch. In the living room, shower and anywhere else and for as long
as these pills work.

“
I got just the thing to
help you relax.”

Oh yeah, she had ‘just the thing’ to relax
him. More than she knew, and the outfit she wore had done a number
on his libido before the pills.

Still holding his hand, she led him to her
salon. “Sit down.” She nodded at a chair in front of a rounded
desk, and he did as she instructed.

His vision no longer blurred or included
spots.

The room smelled of acetone. He scrunched up
his nose. How the hell could she work in here? Deep yellow paint
covered the walls and chrome shelves sat everywhere, holding
hundreds of bottles of nail polish. Even an odd looking chair high
on a base with some weird basin at the foot sat against a wall.

Val moved around the room gathering up a
shallow plastic tray and bottles. What was she doing, and how was
this going to make him feel better? The last thing he wanted was
for her to touch his hands. He looked down at his grease stained
fingernails. A twitch began deep in his flexor carpi muscles, and
he bounced his leg.

“
You can’t be serious,” he
said as she mixed liquids in the tray. “I’m not getting a
manicure.”

“
I’m not giving you one
and if I was, why not?” She continued to mix solutions, never
stopping to look at him.

“
It’s girly. That’s why.”
Okay, so it wasn’t the real reason he didn’t want a manicure, but
it was a girl thing. Women could tease him and scratch him all they
wanted with their nails, however, his hands were meant for hard
labor. He didn’t need them to be soft.

“
Noah, my job is to make
hands and feet look their best. When I meet someone, I notice their
hands right from the start.”

He twisted in his seat, drew his hands
together and cupped his fingers in the palm of the opposite hands.
She hadn’t said a word to him about them. Not even when they’d made
love. But now, she wanted to change them. “If you’re not giving me
a manicure, then what are you going to do.”

“
First, you’re going to
soak your hands in this solution. I’ve seen the way you hide them,
embarrassed by the discoloration from years of engine work. This
mixture will take off the hardest stains. Now soak.” She pointed to
the dish. “I’ll be back in about ten minutes.”

“
Val.”

“
What?” Her voice, almost
a whisper, sent a chill down his spine.

“
Will this stuff really
work?” He looked at her, hopeful.

She smiled and sat on her stool. “Yes, I
promise it’ll work. But you have no need to worry about your
hands.”

Warmth caressed his fingers and palms. The
clear liquid deepened in color. She lifted one hand and patted a
towel to it. Beautiful soft sexy fingers rubbed and kneaded his
rough calloused ones.

“
A man should have hands
like these. Hard working, strong and masculine. Yet gentle, caring
and supportive.”

He relaxed and accepted the magic she worked
on his hardened muscles. His eyelids closed and visions of a full
body massage entered his mind. Notions of her naked as well,
stirred desire deep within. Sent flames to his already engorged
cock.

Val switched hands and stroked his fingers.
Taking time with each one, rubbing and working the tension away. He
leaned his head on the back of his chair. She was the first woman
to lavish pleasant attention on one of his two physical flaws. As
nice as it was, he wished she’d soothe the other ache in his body.
The one that still had his temperature raised.

Silence fell between them as she worked.
None of his ex-wives had taken the time to show him tips to get the
stains out. Nor had they cared enough to see his discomfort. That
wasn’t fair to his first wife, who happened to be his second wife
as well. Stains hadn’t materialized on his hands yet. Silly though.
A man paranoid at the marks of his profession. Men should be proud
of a hard day’s work and a soft night’s play. Or a midmorning love
session.

Why not? She had gotten jealous over Bambi
and started cleaning. Something he noticed about Val when she got
nervous or angry. Thank God she hadn’t met Bambi. Bambi still
believed she held some form of power over him. The only power she
had was his pity and good heart. Other than that, he didn’t care if
he ever saw her again. Having to stay at Val’s for three days was a
blessing.

Pressure pushed into his shoulders and he
realized Val had moved her massage to his neck. “Oh yeah.” If she
didn’t stop, he’d pull her onto his lap and take her in the salon.
“Damn you’re good at that.”

“
Thank you,” she whispered
in his ear.

He jerked his head to the side and shuddered
as tickles raced down his neck. “Stop it, or I’m going to repeat
Friday night.”

“
Would that be so bad?”
She placed a kiss on his neck.

“
Yes, it
would.”

She stopped rubbing his shoulders. The
warmth of her hands disappeared, and he craved them back on his
skin. He hadn’t meant anything bad, but it came out all wrong.

“
So if Friday was bad, why
did you come on to me at the hospital?”

“
I was under the influence
of medication.” Probably whatever he’d taken in the car.

Her jaw dropped and her eyes grew large and
round. Again, words had flown out of his mouth, and he wished he
could take them back.

“
Val, I just meant that we
didn’t use any protection, and it seems I don’t have any with me.
Don’t you think we took a big enough risk the first time?” He could
have sworn he’d put condoms in his wallet before dinner Saturday,
but when Val gave it back to him they were gone.

“
Depends on who you ask.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head as if he’d said something
completely idiotic.

He stood and started to
pace. Had
she
taken the condoms out? “Do you want to have a baby with a
total stranger? Not to mention the fact that your family thinks I’m
someone I’m not. I won’t go along with your scheme forever.” Hell,
he wanted to end the facade now and date her for real. But he was
in way too deep. Bambi needed the money, and Val would kill him if
she knew her money was going to pay Bambi’s drug dealer. “Do you
have plans to get knocked up to please your mother and then toss me
aside?”

“
No! Condoms fell out of
your wallet, and my mother took them. Gave me a speech on
not
using protection
while you were passed out in the dining room floor. The woman is
mad. She’d do anything for me to get pregnant.”

“
Anything?”

“
Anything.”

“
Even switch my
medication?”

“
What do you
mean?”

“
I mean, whatever I took
in the car is working on me like Viagra. I’m hot, seeing blue spots
and my dick is as hard as a rock.”

She looked down at his crotch. “Oh my God!
Rita. Mother!”

“
What?”

“
The nurse, Rita, she’s my
mother’s best friend. I can’t believe she’d stoop this low and drag
Rita in on it. She promised me she’d lay off after the oyster
incident. Now she commits a crime.” Val sat down in a chair against
the wall and dug into her pocket. “Here, I meant to put them back
in your wallet, but I forgot. Then I decided to give them to you,
but I saw all the stuff at your house and thought you had plans for
them with someone else.”

At that moment, he recognized the look of
insecurity in her eyes and body language. Arms crossed over her
stomach, back hunched forward and her head hung down. Tears
glistened in the corners of her eyes. That jackass and her mother
had done a number on her self worth. She wasn’t stupid or a baby
making machine.

He knelt before her and
tipped her head to stare straight into her eyes. Sorrow squeezed
the anger from him, drained him of the fiery energy that had
coursed through his veins. “Sweetheart, there are good guys out
there. Why don’t you give one a try?”
Start with me.
I’m right here,
willing to attempt a relationship. Hold you through the night. Make
love to you. Put a smile on your face.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. “I keep
telling myself that, but I don’t know. I have a knack for choosing
jerks. Why can’t I attract one of those good guys?”

Tugging on her hands, he pulled her onto his
lap on the floor. Her gorgeous legs wrapped around his waist.
“You’re beautiful and sexy. Attracting a man is no problem for
you.”

“
That’s sweet of you to
say, but after the attraction I have to keep them happy. I mean
come on, you left me your business card.”

He gripped her shoulders. “Yeah, with a note
on the back. I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye. You looked peaceful,
and I had a customer coming in at eight.” What more did she want?
He’d given her his business number, home phone and cell. In return,
she’d brushed him off until she needed him.

“
A note? What
note?”

“
The note on the back of
my business card.” Hadn’t she seen it? Her puzzled looked said she
hadn’t. “The note that said, ‘last night rocked, call me’. Then I
added my home phone and cell number on it. I waited for you to call
all day. The phone didn’t ring once. I assumed I wasn’t your
type.”

“
Oh shit. I’m an idiot.”
She dropped her head to his shoulder.

“
No you’re not.” He rubbed
her back through the satin of her tank top. “But you might need
your eyes checked.”

She laughed and sniffed.

His cock strained with her pussy so close
and her shorts so short he could almost see the juncture of her
thighs. Oh, how he wanted to slide between those tight thighs.

“
Smile for me,” she said
and rose up.

“
Why?”

She kissed his cheek. “So I can see those
sexy dimples.”

Sexy?
Did she really think they were sexy? “Are you joking
around?”

“
Hell, no. I’ve told you
about ten times in two days how sexy they are.”

“
No, you haven’t.” He took
hold of her shoulders and pushed her back until he could stare into
her eyes. “You said they were nice, like my grandmother does. Then
she pinches them, along with every other older lady I know. Every
time I smile, you get this look on your face like you want to pinch
‘em too.”

“
I do want to pinch them.
Put my hands on ’em, kiss ’em. Every time you use them on me, I get
warm and fuzzy, tingle all over. My nipples get hard and I…” She
stopped and blushed a light pink.

“
What? Don’t stop. Tell me
what else.” He flashed a wide grin, knowing it would create
dimples.

A moan hummed through her lips, and he
watched her this time. Preconceived notions pushed aside. Her eyes
lit up, and she arched her back slightly. He tilted his head,
pleased with her reactions. She did like them. Lacing her fingers
in the hair on the nape of his neck, she drew closer and kissed the
left side of his neck, working her way to his ear.

“
Your dimples make my
pussy wet.”

Hot burning need ran down his chest to the
pit of his stomach. What more could this woman say to him today
that would make him believe she was not created for him? Her lips
worked on his earlobe and neck. He slipped a finger inside the
crotch of her shorts and found her just as she’d promised. Wet.

A sweet cry tore from her lips when he
brushed across her clit.

“
Damn, girl.” He stripped
her shirt over her head and tore off her bra, exposing hardened
rosy buds. No one had ever responded to his dimples that way. It
was hot and powerful. Buttons flew from her shorts as he ripped
them away from her tight ass. No panties today.

Wasting no time, he threw his shirt on the
floor and worked his jeans off while keeping her naked body pressed
against his. His hands felt and explored the planes of her back,
hips and ass. Not being able to stand his arousal any longer, he
tore open a condom package and rolled it on quickly. The first
thought that popped in his mind was to thrust inside and feel her
surround him. But his second thought made him pause.

“
What’s wrong? Did I do
something?”

“
No, baby. I don’t want to
hurt you.” He found her opening and slowly pushed
inside.

She took the length of him on the first
stoke and kissed his lips. Where had her pussy been all his life?
So hot and wet and tight. After a few slow strokes, she increased
the speed. Her breasts rubbed his chest until she threw her head
back against the chair behind her.