I gulp. ‘Nice to see you dressed up for the occasion.’
‘Likewise.’ His heated glance rakes over my black crop top and skinny jeans, then slides back up to my face. He smiles and holds out his hand.
‘Let me take that for you. I should have mentioned there’s no need to bring luggage, but since you have, I can look after it for you while you’re gone.’
I ease my backpack off my shoulder but hold on to it firmly since my passport and emergency money are stashed in there.
‘Where am I going that doesn’t need luggage?’ I ask suspiciously.
‘I’m afraid I can’t say at this stage.’
‘Can’t or won’t?’
‘Can’t. It’s the rules.’
‘If I’d chosen coitus, could you tell me?’
He waves a hand. ‘Oh yes, then I could have emailed you an itinerary,’ he says airily. ‘But sadly, that option is no longer available since you’ve made your decision to give me a back massage instead.’
I narrow my eyes. ‘Do these rules even exist? Or are you plucking them out of thin air? And how come you can give me a workaround at all? It seems really suspect.’
‘It’s true, I have limited sway with my ... boss about certain aspects.’ He inclines his head respectfully towards the floor. ‘But the type of experience is something within my power. However, I’ve never had anyone give me a back massage before. This is a first. But, I’m actually glad as my musclesarequite sore.’ He rolls his shoulders, as if he’s been doing a lot of horizontal workouts, and grins at me.
Before I can stop it, the green-eyed monster clouds my vision. Imagining Sebastian having sex with hordes of women makes me a tad jealous. OK,a lotjealous. Which is completely ridiculous. He’s a devil; it’s his job. He’s also totally gorgeous, so of course loads of women would sell their souls to him. They probably don’t even hesitate. Just whip off their clothes and jump on his cock.
‘I guess most people agree to the coitus,’ I say stiffly. ‘Good for you.’
But to my surprise, he shrugs and looks away. ‘Funnily enough, I get turned down more often than you might think. I’m starting to think I smell or something.’ He gives a self-deprecating laugh, and I actually feel a bit sorry for him. And a bit better for myself. A devil that can’t get laid, that’s kind of funny.
‘Could be your eau de brimstone perhaps?’ I quip.
His lips quirk. ‘Yeah, but who doesn’t like a little sulphur and sweat? It’s a sexy combo—’
I snort. ‘Is it the sulphur? Or me? Be honest.’
Sebastian laughs, and a warm glow spreads over me that he finds my jokes funny. Maybe he’s not such a fuckwit after all. OK, he’s still a fuckwit, but a hot fuckwit with a good sense of humour. The kind of guy I like. I groan inwardly at that. I have terrible taste in men generally, but this is taking bad boy to a whole new level.
He gestures to the bed. ‘Shall we?’
Oh right, the massage. I almost forgot about that. ‘Sure. I’lljust ... er ... limber up.’
I flex my fingers as Sebastian turns around and shrugs off his red silk robe. It slithers to the floor, and I’m presented with a full set of fallen angel wings inked on his shoulder blades. The wings are coal-black with fiery orange tips. It’s an exquisite tattoo and extremely sexy. My stomach does a slow backflip as I watch Sebastian stretch his right arm, then his left arm across his chest. The wings ripple with the movement of his muscles, and it looks like he’s about to take flight. He climbs onto the bed, still wearing the white towel, and positions himself face down. But as he shifts around, the towel slips slightly to reveal a smooth moon of tanned butt cheek.
‘Sorry,’ he says with a smirk and quickly adjusts his towel.
‘Can’t have you seeing that now, can we?’
6
SEBASTIAN
AsIpullthetowel up to cover my butt so I’m decent for Jade’s virginal eyes, I happen to see that her cheeks are flushed, and her bright blue eyes are roving over my body like a fiend.
I’ve made sure I’m ripped because that’s the kind of guy she drools over. But after Jade made a big song and dance about not wanting anything sexual to occur because she was saving herself, I lowered my expectations. However, I know arousal when I see it, and she’s definitely turned on.
‘Is there any oil?’ she asks breathlessly, sitting on the edge of the bed.
I nod at the black glass bottle on the nightstand.