Sitting in the car, keys in had, Guy ran through his mental to-do list. It was a going to be a busy day, first on the agenda was to collect and deliver a ?package?. He started the car and smoothly disappeared into the distance.
An hour and a half later, Guy arrived at the rendezvous, stressed and aching ? the journey had been a complete bugger, and he was not looking forward to the return trip. Locking the Mercedes, he headed up the pathway and rang the doorbell.
It turned out that the ?package? was a petite blonde beautician by the name of LeQueen. Guy eyed her up and down - maybe the journey back wouldn?t be so bad after all. LeQueen turned to put on her coat, but as she looked in the mirror, she saw Guy, standing behind her, rub his shoulders and wince slightly.
?I?m not just a beauty therapist you know, I?m also a qualified masseuse,? she purred, ??and I?m very experienced. Perhaps you?d like me to sort that out before we leave??
Guy looked her in the eye with his piercing blue gaze, then glanced at his watch. He?d be in big trouble if her didn?t deliver her to her destination on time, but the traffic would be clearer heading back, and he?d allowed extra time anyway.
?Ok, then,? he agreed, ?How do you want me??
LeQueen retained her composure as she led him to the small therapy room at the rear of the house and instructed him to remove his jacket and shirt. Politely, she turned her back as he undressed, but as she did so she thanked the presence of mind that had led her to install a small mirror over the cabinet on which she mixed her massage oils. Guy was unaware of her watching his every move as he shrugged off his leather jacket and hung it over the chair in the corner. LeQueen began mixing oils using touch and memory alone, unable to take her eyes off the mirror as Guy began to unbutton his shirt. On reaching the last button, he pulled the shirt from his shoulders. LeQueen?s breath caught in her throat as she watched the crisp, white cotton slide over his light brown skin, revealing as it did so a tattoo, carefully inked between his shoulder blades. It read:
?Acta non Verba?
Not a problem, thought LeQueen. She turned to him and smiled, ?If you?d like to lie face down on the table,? she motioned, ?I?ll get started.?
LeQueen watched appreciatively as Guy shimmied himself into position on the massage table. Marvin Gaye played in the background as she first warmed the oils in her hands, then stroked it over Guy?s smooth, muscular back. A heady and sensual aroma of neroli, black pepper and ylang ylang filled the air as she kneaded the knots of tension from his shoulders, then worked her way down either side of his spine. Truth be told, she wasn?t sure who was enjoying the experience more. Guy let out a small, soft, moaning sigh which told LeQueen it was probably him. Good, she thought, I?ve got you just where I want you. She leant over and spoke softly in his ear, ?I don?t actually need to be at the venue for another three hours. If you?d like, we can make this a full body massage??
?Oh, I?d definitely like,? replied Guy, smoothly, turning over as he did so to display his magnificent pecs and abs.
?We?ll need to getting rid of these then, won?t we,? whispered LeQueen, running a perfectly manicured fingernail along the leather belt of Guy?s designer jeans...