Page 19 of Chosen By a Billionaire (Rags to Romance #24)

He led her into his bedroom that was the size of her apartment times two, but he didn’t stop at the bed. He led her into his ensuite bathroom that was so beautiful that Jayda found herself looking up at the ceiling. A cathedral ceiling in a bathroom. She’d seen it all when she saw that.

Until she saw that enormous Jacuzzi tub. And as soon as she saw it, she blurted out: “I’d give my right arm to take a bath in that!”

Harrison smiled. “No need to give up limbs,” he said as he began running the water in the large tub.

But as he began undressing, Jayda was watching the tub fill. She knew what he was doing, and seemed to him to be avoiding the inevitable. “Jayda?”

When she finally tore her huge eyes away from that huge tub, she realized Harrison had removed his suit coat and tie and shirt, and was about to work on his pants. “Perhaps you can get in a tub fully clothed,” he said to her, “but I would prefer you didn’t in my tub.”

“Oh!” And then she smiled, and began undressing as well.

But it was uncomfortable as it could be, and unreal to her.

She never would have thought, when she agreed to show up at this party, that this night would go anything like the way it had gone.

And was still going. Especially when both she and Harrison got down to their total nakedness.

He first, and then her. And although they both were careful not to stare at the other one’s body, neither were looking away.

For Jayda it was how well-built he was, and how big he was.

She could tell he was muscular by his biceps in the suits he wore, but they did him no justice.

He was very muscular. And when her eyes roamed down to that certain hanging fruit, she found herself staring.

She didn’t mean to do it, but she lingered there.

She could not get over how massive it was.

And it wasn’t just long, but wide too? That is going to hurt , was her first thought when she saw it.

Her second thought was how great it was going to feel after that initial shock of it.

But there was going to be a shock, she thought as Harrison helped her into the tub. No doubt about that.

For Harrison, it was her beautiful dark skin that was flawless just like her face, and her slenderness that had all the right curves and hips and thighs he adored.

Not to mention her more-than-adequate breasts.

But she was small, which meant it was going to be a challenge, and he wasn’t at all certain if she could take all of him.

Although he had promised not to touch her, that was before he saw her body in its naturalness. How was he going to abstain from that?

But by the way he was aroused just helping her into the tub and watching her perfectly-formed ass glide past him, if he ever started down that road with her there was no way he was going to be able to stop.

He was not one of those men with that level of willpower.

Not with Jayda. Not with a body like hers.

Not with this particular woman that seemed to turn him on in every conceivable way possible.

That was why he couldn’t allow himself to go down that road.

So-called love was down that road.

Heartache was down that road.

Jayda, sweet Jayda , was down that road. And she could destroy him.

He got in the tub behind her. After she decided to sit down at the back of the tub, he sat at the front and turned on the jets.

And for several long, tender minutes they both leaned their heads back and relaxed.

It was so relaxing to Jayda that she nearly fell asleep.

But it was weird to her too. Here she was in a Jacuzzi tub with a man she’d only met a couple weeks ago, but yet in still she couldn’t remember the last time she felt so relaxed.

It was, in an odd sort of way, as if she was at home with Harrison.

At least she felt at home with him. All those other men she’d been with felt as comfortable as an Airbnb could feel: very temporary.

But Harrison felt as comfortable as a home with a mortgage, or fully paid for.

Which was the craziest thing ever. He’d already told her he had no love to give to her or any other woman.

He had no comfort for her, was how she interpreted what he’d said, so he warned her not to even try to be comfortable with him.

But her body, her sense of self, wasn’t heeding that warning.

Harrison spent most of his time staring at Jayda.

With her head back and her eyes closed, he could watch her with no pretense.

And she was a sight to behold. So sophisticated given her background.

And so smart and perceptive. He loved the way she handled Phyllis and the others.

She held her own and then some. And that body, he thought, as he stared at her neck, her breasts, and further below.

He wanted to stroke himself just watching her. He was just that aroused.

But his headache intensified, and he leaned his head back too.

He was worrying himself sick about the health of BCT.

And what on earth was his father going to decide.

And how on earth was he going to keep Jayda safe from his brother’s knives.

Not to mention his father’s. It all amounted to too much.

After nearly ten minutes of pure silence and total relaxation in that tub, Jayda found herself almost dozing off.

To avoid it, she lifted her head and opened her eyes.

That was when she saw that Harrison’s head was leaned back too, but he had a frown on his face.

She remembered, in that moment, what he had said downstairs.

“Still have that headache?”

He looked at her. He was inwardly impressed that she had actually heard him, and remembered what he had said. “I do. But no cause for alarm: I’ve been getting one every evening lately.”

“Why?”

He smiled a weak but telling smile. “My business situation. Probably a bit too much on my plate. Among other things.”

Jayda hadn’t utilized those skills in a long time, but she moved over from the back of the tub and up to Harrison.

He watched as her small body straddled his big body, with each one of her thighs on either side of his outer thighs, and then she sat on his lap facing him.

His dick nearly poked her it got so hard.

But Jayda was looking at his temples. And she placed her fingers on either side of his temple and began massaging him there. “I haven’t done it in a long time,” she admitted as she massaged him, “but I think it’ll help.”

Harrison was confused. “You haven’t done what?”

“Massage therapy.”

Harrison opened his eyes. “You’ve been a masseuse?”

“For less than a month. Well, not a certified therapist or anything like that because I was still in training. I was a trainee. But I didn’t forget what they taught me.”

Harrison could smell her sweetness, and could feel her breasts poking his chest, and could feel her tight ass on the top of his thighs.

But the hardest thing about that moment was that her opening was just above his rod. And his rod was trying with all it had to go in while he was trying with all he had to keep it out. Because he didn’t want her to think that was all he thought of her.

It had been very nearly all he thought about her when he first saw her.

But it oddly wasn’t anymore. And the main reason was her lovely face that captivated him.

He kept staring into her face even as she massaged him.

And it was too much for a man like him, who usually didn’t have to ask because every single woman he’d ever been with were always the ones more than happy to give it to him.

But he knew Jayda was not that kind of girl.

But how was he going to contain himself?

And on top of that, she was actually helping to ease his headache. “That feels good,” he said to her as her fingers continued to massage his temples.

She smiled that bright-white smile that made her face look quirky. She always looked so serious as if she had the world on her small shoulders. It was good to see her look like the sweet, wonderful young lady she was. “It feels great in fact,” he added, staring at that face.

It made Jayda feel good to give something back to him after how he bailed her out of what would have been homelessness. Or at least the loss of her apartment. “I’m glad I can help.”

“You have the knack for it. Most people don’t, but you do. Why did you only last a month?”

“Less than a month,” she said.

It had obviously not been a great time for her and she might not have wanted to talk about it, but he was too curious. “Why less than a month?”

A pained look appeared on her face. “They would only give me male clients,” she said, “and every single one of them wanted more than a massage. I wasn’t trying to go out like that,” she added, “but that’s all they wanted.”

A look of sadness appeared in her big, tobacco-brown eyes that made Harrison stare at her.

“It was like a nightmare. I hated going to work. And I always turned their propositions down, which caused a lot of bad feelings. The owners of the massage parlor didn’t like it either, and then one day they told me that if I didn’t stop turning down requests they were going to let me go.

I told them no they weren’t, either, and I quit on the spot. ”

She paused as she continued to nurse Harrison’s temples.

He continued to stare at her. “All I wanted to do is give massages,” she continued.

“Plain, ordinary massages. But they were trying to turn me into a prostitute. They didn’t call it that, but that’s exactly what it would have been.

” She shook her head. “Not one man wanted a regular massage. They all wanted more from me. Just like all those sorry-ass boyfriends I’ve had. That’s all they want.”