Nothing had been the same for her after that incident. She’d begun to closet herself away from the public eye unless necessary, and she’d kept her circle tight. People seemed to forget that even though celebrities were considered public figures, it didn’t mean every facet of their lives had to be displayed for everyone to see.
“If you could go out with a good friend, what would you talk about?” Parker asked, deepening his strokes. It felt as if he were digging into her soul, freeing her fears and allowing her to soar, even if only for a fraction of time.
Kelly listened to his even breathing, loving his tone’s gentle caress and his unhurried rubdown.
“I want to share my innermost feelings without the fear of being judged. I want to be seen as me . . . simple but deep. There’s more to me than what people see on the outside.”
Parker moved to the head of the table, pumped more oil, and steamrolled his hands over her back in one long motion, like he was pushing out what had ailed her soul for a long time. With each thrust of his hands, she released a sob, and Kelly found herself crying like a small child.
He stayed quiet while her anxiety-filled sobs flooded out like an overflowing dam, keeping a steady rhythm until her tears were all cried out. His hands spoke for him, soothing her, clearing her muddled thoughts, and paving the way to a clearer perspective.
Parker handed her a tissue and kept going, adding different techniques geared to ease her troubles away. When it came to massaging her scalp, his thumbs and fingers worked in easy, wonderful strokes. His caresses released her coiled tension, allowing more positive reflective thoughts to move in.
By the end of the hour, Kelly knew Parker was the real deal. He wasn’t just pleasing to the eye, but he was also able to get her to talk with his simple, thought-provoking questions. Now she understood why he was touted as magical—he worked magic. No wonder Jessica had sworn Kelly wouldn’t regret showing up. Her friend had been right when she’d insisted the man known as Feather Light possessed the gift of touch—and could send anyone screaming for release.
Chapter 2
Parker’s day went by quickly. On his breaks between clients, he’d gone back to his office to attend to some paperwork that needed his signature and just to take a much-needed breather. Massage, though relaxing for the client, was a whole lot of work for him. He enjoyed making the process seem simple, but in reality, each session left him tired and quite hungry.
This particular session with Madame Baba had left him wondering. Her sadness came from deep within, somewhere he sensed no one had been allowed to see. She’d cried, not just for a much-needed release, but also for help. Parker shook his head, having no idea why he felt the need to protect the woman. He had to be losing his mind. After all, he couldn’t see, let alone slay Madame Baba’s dragons.
When the massage had ended, Parker could tell she was grateful by the way she’d taken his hand in hers and the sincerity in her voice when she thanked him. The sound of her footsteps had been distinctly lighter when she’d left. A happy new customer meant repeat visits and definite referrals, which was why his business had thrived. Almost all their clients left with a feeling of wellbeing, not only of their bodies but also of their minds.
He tapped the button on his watch and listened for the time. Cork would be waiting out front with the car. Parker hurried to review the notes he’d written for his appointment that afternoon: the exact words to be uttered, the costume, and where he would find her. He smiled after going over the plan and hit send. With precise movement, he crossed his office to the hallway, saying quick good-byes to the few people who were still around.
As usual, Cork was already waiting in the handicapped parking spot up front, a small perk Parker allowed himself to enjoy. Parking in LA was
“If you could go out with a good friend, what would you talk about?” Parker asked, deepening his strokes. It felt as if he were digging into her soul, freeing her fears and allowing her to soar, even if only for a fraction of time.
Kelly listened to his even breathing, loving his tone’s gentle caress and his unhurried rubdown.
“I want to share my innermost feelings without the fear of being judged. I want to be seen as me . . . simple but deep. There’s more to me than what people see on the outside.”
Parker moved to the head of the table, pumped more oil, and steamrolled his hands over her back in one long motion, like he was pushing out what had ailed her soul for a long time. With each thrust of his hands, she released a sob, and Kelly found herself crying like a small child.
He stayed quiet while her anxiety-filled sobs flooded out like an overflowing dam, keeping a steady rhythm until her tears were all cried out. His hands spoke for him, soothing her, clearing her muddled thoughts, and paving the way to a clearer perspective.
Parker handed her a tissue and kept going, adding different techniques geared to ease her troubles away. When it came to massaging her scalp, his thumbs and fingers worked in easy, wonderful strokes. His caresses released her coiled tension, allowing more positive reflective thoughts to move in.
By the end of the hour, Kelly knew Parker was the real deal. He wasn’t just pleasing to the eye, but he was also able to get her to talk with his simple, thought-provoking questions. Now she understood why he was touted as magical—he worked magic. No wonder Jessica had sworn Kelly wouldn’t regret showing up. Her friend had been right when she’d insisted the man known as Feather Light possessed the gift of touch—and could send anyone screaming for release.
Chapter 2
Parker’s day went by quickly. On his breaks between clients, he’d gone back to his office to attend to some paperwork that needed his signature and just to take a much-needed breather. Massage, though relaxing for the client, was a whole lot of work for him. He enjoyed making the process seem simple, but in reality, each session left him tired and quite hungry.
This particular session with Madame Baba had left him wondering. Her sadness came from deep within, somewhere he sensed no one had been allowed to see. She’d cried, not just for a much-needed release, but also for help. Parker shook his head, having no idea why he felt the need to protect the woman. He had to be losing his mind. After all, he couldn’t see, let alone slay Madame Baba’s dragons.
When the massage had ended, Parker could tell she was grateful by the way she’d taken his hand in hers and the sincerity in her voice when she thanked him. The sound of her footsteps had been distinctly lighter when she’d left. A happy new customer meant repeat visits and definite referrals, which was why his business had thrived. Almost all their clients left with a feeling of wellbeing, not only of their bodies but also of their minds.
He tapped the button on his watch and listened for the time. Cork would be waiting out front with the car. Parker hurried to review the notes he’d written for his appointment that afternoon: the exact words to be uttered, the costume, and where he would find her. He smiled after going over the plan and hit send. With precise movement, he crossed his office to the hallway, saying quick good-byes to the few people who were still around.
As usual, Cork was already waiting in the handicapped parking spot up front, a small perk Parker allowed himself to enjoy. Parking in LA was
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