Novel & Cerita Man Pampering

“Okay, I’ll allow one more Professor Hottie moment. But only if you tell us something good. Like, does he write you poetry or something equally swoon-worthy?” Pamela laughed, shaking her head. “No poetry. But… he makes me feel like I’m enough. Like I’m more than enough.” Sophia’s eyes softened, and she reached for Pamela’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “That’s what you deserve, Pam. Someone who sees you.”

I guess Pam hadn't found someone else to take my spot either. Pam quirked a manicured brow at me as I approached the counter. Sara raised both brows in an awkward exchange and let out a cough to end the silence that fell over all of us. "What, are you here to beg for your job back?" Pam asked as she continued to wipe down the countertops. I honestly felt guilty as I watched her clean the diner and take orders. Although she owns the place, this is completely out of her comfort zone. Pam is a very... high-maintenance woman. She is confident and loves to dress the part. I can tell with her full face done in makeup that she didn't expect to be here today.

“Do you have classes today?” “Hm. I have three consecutive classes today.” “Turn around, Katherine.” She did what she was told. “Why are you asking?” Jan lathered shampoo on her hair. She could only close her eyes when she felt relaxed as he massaged her scalp. “I’m just checking.” He pulled her closer to him. “Ah… I think the shower’s too hot now,” she muttered. Jan chuckled softly and adjusted the heater’s temperature again. But even before he could do something that could make the moment even hotter, his phone rang.

. . Kim Pov The students of Mercy Heights were drawn to her like a moth to a flame. And she loved it….Kim leaned back smoothly on the cold metal lockers and smirked at all on the onlooker's stunned faces by her new appearance. She felt confident, sexy, powerful and most importantly dangerous.

I massaged my forehead while Cara was guiding that woman to leave my office. "Dhaxzy is the only one I will allow to seduce me. She doesn't even turn me on. I pity her."

He looked exhausted, the shadows under his eyes a stark reminder of the toxin that had nearly claimed him hours ago. Pamela, ever the practical one, let out a long breath and headed toward the kitchen. "I’m not doing a five-course meal," she announced, her voice echoing off the sleek marble. "But I saw some frozen pizzas in the Silver Pack stash. I’m heating them up. We need carbs and we need to stop thinking for twenty minutes."

“You need to serve your husband first, can’t you see that I am lonely?” “But…” “I was thinking of letting you buy that brown car that….” He didn’t get to finish as Encha had already sealed his lips with his. Keaton smiled as he saw this, it was just easy to coax his wife into doing anything. All he had to do was reveal his pampering side and all will be well. What can he do, after all this is his pampered devious consort and he will not get tired of her?

Hannah's POV I stared at my beautiful face in the mirror. My colleagues always praise my beauty. They admired my almond-shaped amber eyes with especially long and thick eyelashes, while Emily, my best friend, liked my tall, delicate nose matched with my natural pinkish lips. However, there was an explicit sorrow in my eyes as I looked at the white gown I was wearing.

His reply made her whole mind blank. She raised her eyes in panic and looked at him nervously. Her heart ached as she asked, "Do you dislike me? Because I have done that kind of job before?" "No, how could I dislike you?" "Then why are you refusing to touch me?" "I... I respect you." At this time, she almost lost her mind. Phoebe roared, "I don't want your respect. I just want you to treat me as a woman, okay?" "Phoebe, don't be like this..."

I let go of her chin and noticed how her hand shook nervously with lust. "Do you want to touch me, Pamela?" I asked her. "Yes..." She softly trailed, her voice holding a pleading note. "I give you permission," with a speed that surprised me, Pamela closed the distance between us and traced her soft hands over the scars and wounds I had amassed over my body through years of rigorous training and war. She trailed her right hand over my collarbone to my chest and then to my stomach. She ran her left hand through my hair and it was so soothing.