With that Michael disappeared out of a door into what I can only assume was a bathroom of some description.

I slid myself from the table, my body buzzing with the kind of relaxed comfort I hadn’t felt in God knows how long.

I stared at my naked body in the mirror, all pink and glistening from the massage oil. My eyes were hooded lazily and I had a grin on my face I could not shift, whether it was from the massage or my cheeky tease I couldn’t tell you, but I suspect each played their own part.

I quickly slipped on my clothes, grabbed my bag and headed out to the reception.

Clare looked up and smiled at me.

“Was that nice dear?” she questioned.

“Oh my yes,” I purred in return.

“Well I did tell you he was good didn’t I?”

He was good all right and I was so terribly bad. I giggled to myself at how he may never know just what a bad girl I truly was.

I settled up, trying to work out what line to use so that I could get Michaels number when he returned.

“Mmm yes he is good,” I agreed. “I suppose he has learned to be more tactile than most because of his lack of sight.”

Clare chuckled kindly.

“Oh no dear,” she replied. “You’ve got it quite wrong! Michael isn’t blind. The blind clinic is on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Today is Thursday. I can see where you made the mistake though with him wearing those silly sunglasses. Between you and me Dear, I think he had a bit of a heavy night last night.”

Just then the treatment room door clicked open and out stepped Michael. He looked towards me as he lifted away his shades, displaying two of the most perfect, bright-blue eyes I have ever seen. He grinned his devastating grin at me and handed me his business card.

“Any time you need a little help umm…releasing that tension of yours, I would be glad to assist. Just give me a call.”

I felt my cheeks burn red hot. I had never felt so embarrassed in all my life and I croaked a “thank you very much,” before turning on my heels and scurrying from the clinic.

Once out in the street I burst out laughing at how naughty little Amanda had been beaten at her own game, but being the sore loser I am I threw his card in the dustbin. The cheeky boy was only gonna get one free show from me!

As I headed for home, still laughing from time to time and feeling on top of the world, I resolved to have that cute brunette at the gym in my shower by the end of the week. Right where I wanted her.

Love and kisses to you all

Mandy

xxx