Hot Secrets Read Online Free Page A

did.”
    “So, there’s only o ne remaining question,” she says .
    This brings a stab of panic to my chest. I’m not sure where she’s going with this. Or what she expects.
    “What’s that?” I ask tentatively.
    “Am I still fired?” 

Hot Massage
    By Gianna Day
     
    I’m long overdue for a massage. Physically, I am recovering from my first attempt at a ma rathon, a grueling event I vow never to repeat. It’ s a miracle I di dn’ t drop dead of a heart attack during the rac e, but my muscles still scream at me for what I’ ve put them through.
    Emotionally, I need to check out. My regular stress at work i s compounded by a new boss who co me s with the unfortunate compulsion of constant ly licking his lips. It’ s sort of like a nervous tick, but whether he can control it or not, it creeps me out either way. After a day o f working with the lip-licker, my reward will be to return ho me to a household that resembles a warzone and two boys whose greatest de light i s in trying to cause serious physical harm to one another. A massage i s definitely in order.
    Without telling a soul, I leave my office in the middle of the day. My co-workers won’t be happy with me, but I do n’t care. And as for the lip-licker, being fired and never having to work with him again honestly doesn’t sound all that bad. I turn my phone off and head to a place called The Massage Center on the other side of town. I haven’t been here before, but want to try it out. There’ s something about the building, flanked by trees and framed with y ellow flowers, that communicates calm. If there is one thing I need, it i s calm.
    “Hi. Welcome to The Massage Center.” A pretty blonde smiles at me from behind the reception desk. “Do you have an appointment?”
    “Actually, no. I came here on impulse.”
    “That’s no problem,” she says . “I’m sure we can fit you in. Would you prefer a male or female masseuse?”
    My household is male. My workplace is male. These are the things that I’m trying to escape from, so after only a moment of thought, I reply, “Um, female please.”
    “Absolutely. And were you looking for any specific type of massage today?”
    “Not really. I have sore muscles and I want to zone out for an hour. That’s about it.”
    “No problem. I’m going to set you up with Jillian. Just wait here for a moment and she’ll be right out.”
    The receptionist disappears down a long hallway and returns a minute later, trailed by a tall redhead. Fiery curls spri ng from her head in all directions. She has vibrant blue eyes and a gorgeous smile full of perfect white teeth.
    “Hello, I’m Jillian,” she says , extending her hand.
    “ Gianna ,” I reply . Her skin is soft, but her handshake is firm.
    “Follow me this way and we’ll get started.” She le a d s me down the hallway to the las t door on the right. The room is dimly lit and smells of lavender. Ocean sounds emanate from an iPod and dock. I feel better already.
    Jillian gesture s to the massage table in the middle of the room. “I’ll give you a moment to undress. You can remove everything or leave your undergarments on, it’s up to you. Then get under the sheet and we’ll begin with you on your back.”
    “Okay,” I nod. She leaves and I kick off my heels, slid e down my skirt and undies, and remove my shirt and bra. I fold my clothes neatly and place them on a chair ne xt to my purse. After double checking that my phone is on silent, I slid e under a thin white sheet on the massage table. It feels cool and cle an and exactly where I want to be. Sta ring up at the ceiling, I will myself to force all of the stres s from my mind , I picture it floating up out of my body and dissipating through the ceiling, into the sky and out into space . Jillian returns with a soft knock at the door before entering.
    “Okay,” her voice i s calm and at low volume. “I want you to relax and feel free to let me know at any time if the pressure is too much