Steamy Business

KEYLA

Every day, Keyla would hint at the man to make a move. And every day, he seemed to misinterpret her flirtatious behavior.

Really, how dense was he?

It was time to take the matter into her own hands. He was her boss, so the possibility of getting fired was there, but she couldn’t live another day staring at his muscles and not feeling them underneath her touch.

Even hidden underneath the soft white fabric of his shirt, Keyla could still see the contours of his round biceps and those large pecs stretching the front. But his broad shoulders had to be her favorite part of his body. How would it feel to be embraced by him? She bet it would feel warm and safe.

“Yes, I’m a fantastic masseuse.” She laid her hands on top of his shoulders and slowly caressed the round muscles through his shirt. Fuck, he was hard as a rock. “Would you like a demonstration?” she asked, hoping it wasn’t too bold.

“Uh, s-sure,” Orhan answered, cocking his head from left to right, cracking his joints.

“Oh, that doesn’t sound good.”

“Yeah… It’s been a while since I got a massage.”

Now was her chance. Would Orhan finally take the hint she wanted to be around him? Wanted to touch him and have him touch her in return?

“In that case, may I invite you over for a proper massage? Like I said, I’m really good at it. I took a few courses in the past. I even have my own table.”

“You want me to come over to your house for a massage?” Orhan asked, turning his head toward her so fast that she could hear the cracking of his joints once more.

Had she crossed a boundary?

“I mean, um, if you want? I don’t—I mean, I didn’t want—”

“I want to!” he shouted before clearing his throat. In a softer voice, he added, “I’m sorry. What I meant to say is, yes, I’d like to get massaged by you.”

She felt her cheeks burn. “Okay. Good,” she said, nodding. “Is it okay if I go home now, set everything up, and see you in about two hours? We can have dinner at my place too. If it’s not too late for you?”

Orhan nodded. “No. I mean, yes, that works for me.”

***

Orhan would be there soon. Keyla checked on the dinner she made—meat for him, pasta for her—and then looked at where she’d set up her massage table. She’d collected all the oils she could find, made sure there were enough towels, cranked up the air conditioning because she knew Orhan detested heat, and searched for some relaxing music.

She had also thoroughly cleaned herself, shaved until she was silky smooth, washed her hair, wore sexy lace lingerie underneath her yoga pants and top, and made sure that the pack of condoms in her bedside table drawer hadn’t expired.

Was she eager for his cock? Yes. Yes, she was.

But it wasn’t just about the man’s cock. Orhan was the best boss any secretary could have. He was so ambitious and honest. There weren’t many orcs that succeeded in the business world, but he had. He was amazing.

And he was kind. Working so closely with him and watching him with others, Keyla had learned more about who the orc most likely was outside of the office. His big heart, caring nature, and generous attitude weren’t part of an act. He was an honorable orc, tall and dark and strong.

She couldn’t blame him for not trying anything. Nobody dared to make a move on her after she declared she was done with men and never wanted to have one in her life again. It was a dark day when she got dumped by Zack, which culminated in an emotional outburst at work. She remembered feeling so unprofessional, but instead of being angry, Orhan had given her his handkerchief.

She never gave it back, hoping he wouldn’t ask for it. Instead, she’d repaid him with a peck on the cheek during the office Winter Solstice party. It was the first time the orc had looked at her. Properly looked at her. Keyla had hoped it would make him open up to her, but it hadn’t.

In fact, he hadn’t said a word. He had blushed and given her a small smile, but then he had walked away. She wasn’t sure if it was because he wasn’t interested or because he was shy. Then again, it could have had everything to do with how unapproachable she had been after Zack.

But maybe tonight would be different.

“Just don’t scare him away,” she murmured to herself, taking a deep breath. And as she exhaled, the doorbell rang. “Oh, shit… Here we go.” She took another breath and headed toward the door.

The sight of Orhan clothed in black shorts and a white tee instead of his usual business clothes unbalanced her. His hair was different too. Whereas Orhan usually wore it up in a bun, now it was down, resting in silky waves upon his chest.

Fuck. The man looked even hotter than he usually looked.

And his calves! She had never seen them before, but she loved what she saw now. They were so well-formed and muscled.

It took a while to notice she regarded him with an open-mouthed stare, and Keyla quickly tried to regain her composure.

“H-hi, please come inside.” She smiled as she moved out of the way so Orhan could enter.

Orhan growled. It was his usual way of answering, similar to how a human would hum, and he stepped inside. “Good evening.”

“I hope you’re hungry.”

“I’m starving actually.”

“Good. Me too.” She chuckled. “Let’s have dinner first. Then we can chat for a bit to let our food digest. After that, well, I’ll get my hands on you.”

Orhan cleared his throat. “That—that sounds like an excellent plan.”