Hello again! Thanks for reviewing the first chapter!
Just a quick FYI…this isn't going to be some long drawn out saga. Its gonna be short and sweet and probably a little bit sour ... wink wink... – probably around eight chapters long. I have it all written already just fine tuning the rest. I'll be most likely updating daily until it's all done.
Well here's chapter 2!
Previously on Deep Tissue…
Like I said, nothing is ever going to happen.
The concept is comforting to know, as I pass through the revolving doors of Blue Haven Health and Fitness Spa. As I check in at the desk, I make my way along the bright corridor to the massage suite. The massage suite where I know Bella, the lovely manipulator of my limbs, will be waiting... Thank fuck she has a boyfriend…and I have Alice.
Deep breaths as I knock on the door.
I'm building this up out of nothing; it's a fantasy I've apparently been entertaining too much. Bella will be her bright, brisk, professional self. But I can feel my balls tingling as I hear her welcoming response. As I enter the brightly, clinically lit room, I see that she's busy fluffing towels over by the massage table, but she looks up with a grin of recognition.
More welcoming than usual?
But then we're naturally getting more relaxed with each other after four sessions.
"Hi Edward," she grins, with a degree of warmth that surprises and gratifies me. "Come on in, I'll be right with you." I close the door behind me, acting casual, relaxed.
She's dressed in her usual white overalls and gym slippers, and I divert my mind from the supple, tanned body I suspect lies beneath. Her shiny brown hair is tied back revealing her sharp-featured, pretty face. The pastel-walled room, with its posters on the virtues of acupuncture and various styles of massage, Eastern and Western, is unchanged from before; so why am I more aware of its intimacy, complete with bed-table and en suite shower?
"How's the back?" she inquires. "Have I made it better or worse?"
It's the usual relaxed style of chat, but there's some indefinable difference in her tone that makes me wary.
Look, stop being an asshole, Edward - this is some type of twisted wishful thinking.
Don't fucking flatter yourself.
"'Almost all better," I say. "Couple more sessions and I'm sure I'll be fine."
"And then I won't get to see you anymore," she says with a mock pout. I must register some of the surprise I feel, because she adds, "Well you're easier to talk to than a lot of my clients. Take off your jacket." I've been curiously immobile and she's noticed.
"So how was Valentine's?" I ask, slipping the jacket nonchalantly off my shoulders and draping it over a chair.
Get the conversation straight on to her fella, don't focus on the fact that you'll soon be undressing in proximity to this girl.
Her face darkens. "God, let's not go there," she says. But after a long, angry sigh she does. "The bastard was cheating on me."
I'm knocked back. This is not what I've been expecting. Or hoping for.
"Yeah, I know," she goes on. "Think how stunned I was. Mr bloody Romance. Only he's gone and had it off with some girl he picked up at a night club. At the same happy hunting ground where he met me! Except one of my friends sees him. Stupid bastard." She pauses, seeming a touch embarrassed. "You're sorry you asked now."
"No, I'm not - get it off your chest."
Good God, I'm quoting lines from a Seventies British sex comedy now! Confessions of a Massage Client With a Dodgy Back. Get it off your chest?
For fuck's sake...
"So," Bella is finishing off, "my Valentine's Day consisted of him trying to tell me it was only a one-off and he was drunk, as if that's supposed to console me, and then me finally telling him to piss off."
"So is that it? No chance you'll get back together?"
I hope I sound sympathetic rather than hopeful.
"No, that's that," she shrugs, matter-of-factly. There's the slightest of pauses. "So I'm single again. How did things go for you?"
"Oh - okay, okay," I say. Don't want to set up my happy Valentine's evening against her crap one, after all. "Went to a new Tapas place, exchanged cards, usual stuff. Sorry things didn't work out for you…"
She waves it away with a friendly smile. "It's not your fault, Edward. Now go behind the screen and get stripped off for me." She says this with a cheeky grin, flinging a towel my direction. "And don't forget to wear that!"
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