His Carnal Touch (ENGLISH R-18)

Chapter 2

KENNEDY

"WHAT? Me?" I still can't believe what my boss was asking me right now. "But I have no clearance to attend to royal clientele," I added.

My manager was offering me a promotion the moment I stepped inside the employee's quarters.

I hadn't received the chance to put my back into my locker when she came and talked to me.

She didn't even bother to bring me to her office to talk to me.

Fortunately, I was early for my shift, so there was no one inside the lounge when she arrived to me.

"That's what I'm saying you right now. I'm promoting you as a top masseuse. You now have clearance to take a royal customer," she urged.

I have a nasty feeling about this. This isn't the standard practice when they are promoting someone. So, what's the rush?

"B-But why? Why me? I've only been here for over a year. There are a lot of people who are much deserving of this promotion," I said. I don't want to cause any misconceptions with my co-workers.

"If you're thinking about the others, don't worry about them. They're the ones who insisted that we grant you this promotion," she said suspiciously.

"T-They did?" I frowned.

I consider myself an outcast when it comes to my career.

I don't know why, but my co-workers have been avoiding me ever since I started working here.

So, it's a surprise to me why they would let go of this promotion. They even recommended me.

"Besides, this will benefit you a tons," she explained. "You'll earn a greater compensation, a shorter working time, and you don't even need to come to work if your client isn't here," she explained.

"W-What do you mean?" I said in confused.

"If you take this position, you will only tend to one royal clientele. You only need to work for a maximum of five hours a day, or even shorter depending on your client. This will be a tremendous opportunity for you."

Her offer appeared too good to be true. And you know what they say about deals like this, if it's too good to be true, then it probably isn't. Despite my doubts, I can't help but wonder who this client is.

"Thank you for the opportunity, ma'am. But I don't think I can accept it because I don't have enough expertise dealing with a royal client," I gently deny.

My employer blew a loud breath. "I'll double your compensation."

My eyes widened in amazement. "D-Double my salary" I said as my jaw dropped.

"Yes. Just accept this position and I'll be forever in debt to you," she pleaded.

I don't know if I have the heart to decline her offer when she's nearly begging me to accept it. I wonder what makes other employees reject this one-of-a-kind offer?

Something inside me is warning me not to accept it. But her offer is hard to ignore. I could absolutely take this chance to focus on my painting. At the same time, I would gain more money that I could utilize in order to sustain my needs.

What could go wrong, right? Maybe it is a blessing in disguise. Maybe, the universe is aligning everything for me to fulfill my dream.

I groan in defeat, "Okay. I'll accept it."

"Great! You can start tonight," she said, clapping her hands in delight. It was as if she had finally lifted the clog from her throat.

"That quick? " I frowned. "May I ask who would be my client?"

"It's Asmodeus Walter Beaufort," she said, as if it wasn't a huge thing. "Meet me at my office so I may discuss with you the nature of your task."

She turned her back on me and went out of the employee lounge. I can't help but raise my eyebrows upon seeing how swiftly she changed her attitude the moment I accepted her offer. I find it odd. But I suppose it's too late for that now.

I change into my uniform. I put a tiny amount of blush on and some light lipstick to provide color on my parched and pale lips. I arrange my long, curly hair into a high, tight bun before eventually heading out of the employee lounge.

I walked immediately to the manager's office just like she said. I tapped quietly on her door when I reached her office.

"Come in!" she yelled from the inside.

I turned the handle and gently pushed the door before entering inside her office.

"Have a seat," she suggested, pointing her hand at the empty seat in front of her office table. "First and foremost, I'd like you to sign an NDA," she continued as she pushed the document towards me.

A non-disclosure agreement? What for? I asked myself. I was ready to voice my concern when Ms. Callahan spoke.

"Sign the NDA first and I'll inform you everything whatever you want to know," she offered.

I was hesitant at first, but I'm already here. I don't suppose I have much of a choice. I picked up the pen and started signing the NDA.

"Mr. Beaufort had difficulties sleeping. He's been utilizing medication for it.

But it didn't take long before the drug didn't work anymore. The only thing that makes him sleep at night is a massage. But even with that, it only makes him sleep for approximately two hours. Well, it's actually better than not having any sleep at all," she said. "This is highly classified. Mr. Beaufort is an extremely influential individual. That's why I need you to sign an NDA before I disclose anything."

I was stunned that I didn't have any concept of how to react. I recall when I saw him last night. He appears normal on the surface. Who would have guessed that a man like him would have some sort of trouble.

"Here is the list of your do's and don'ts the instant you go inside the young master's chamber."

I reached for the paper that she gave over to me. I read the list in my brain. And each item makes me scowl even worse.

"You are not permitted to say anything the moment you go inside his chamber." She recited some of the items that were on the list. "Memorize everything that was written there as if your life depends on it. Don't commit the same mistakes that the last one made."

That's when I realized what occurred last night. Two women were kicked out of the building because the massasue let another woman inside his chamber.

As the recollection of yesterday night came pouring into my head, the image of his flawlessly chiseled figure came back as well. His adorable yet forceful voice clings within my thoughts, reminding me that I didn't get enough sleep last night.

"Consider yourself lucky since Mr. Beaufort is generous when it comes to paying for our services.

Just remember to never get on his wrong side," she adds.

Am I really lucky? I hope so.

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"HE's ready," stated the man in a suit who came to get me from the employee's lounge.

According to Ms. Callahan, my manager, Mr. Beaufort's regular schedule is from ten in the evening. After he falls asleep, I can already leave his chamber. It would be a piece of cake, right?

I let out a loud sigh before following the man who came to grab me. My heart is pounding in fear and excitement. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I was actually looking forward to seeing him again.

When we reached the entrance to his chamber, I instantly grew nervous. I don't know why, but there's something about him that screams danger. I know I have to watch my every move, or else it would be the end of me.

The man in a black suit opened the door for me. I swiftly entered inside. I was in awe as my eyes gazed at the majestic and sumptuous set up of this massage room. This is the first time that I stepped inside a private room for a royal client. The whole place speaks of elegance and power.

But what struck me the most was the man lying on top of an expensive leather massage table. He was resting on his stomach while his face was on the whole of the massage table.

I was astonished when I heard his baritone voice.

"I don't have all day," he said.

I briskly came closer to him. I put all my essentials on top of the table near him. The candles were already lit when I arrived. The whole room smells like lavender and jasmine together.

I grabbed the bottle of essential oil that I had put on top of the table and started pouring some onto my palm. I was ready to start on his back, but I was startled to see his back up close. I swallowed in astonishment when I saw a lot of deep scars on his back.

I suddenly felt a sudden rush of unknown emotions upon seeing his scars. Somehow, I felt an urge to comfort him, to assure him that he's safe now. I wanted to hug him and make him feel the warmth of my embrace. I have no idea where he got those scars, but something is telling me it's more than just a scar.

Is it the reason why he couldn't sleep? I wish I could have done anything to lighten the load that he was carrying.

What am I doing? I stopped myself when I realized that I had been condescending this man laying in front of me. I instantly shook my head to remove any extraneous ideas.

I decided to start by massaging his legs instead of his back. His skin against my palm felt unusually warm. It was soft but prickly at the same time because of the hair on his leg. I can't help but admire his firm legs. I gulped when my hands reached his thigh. The room suddenly felt hot when my hands started working near his butt.

I know it's unethical for me to fantasize about your client, but I couldn't help it. He isn't the first man I worked with. But there's something about him that draws me to him.

"Hmmm...."

I was alarmed when I heard an erotic moan coming from him. I quickly withdrew my hand away from him, assuming that I did something wrong to warrant his unusual reaction. I peeked over to look at his face, who was facing sideways. But I was surprised to see his eyes closed. I walked over to his side to check on him, only to realize that he was soundly asleep.

I let out a sigh of relief when I found out that he was already sleeping. I continued my work and started massaging his legs once again. A few minutes had passed and I decided to move on his back. I stared at his scarred back for a moment before I started putting oil on his back and proceeded with the massage.

It took me less than one hour until I was finally done with his back. In my regular session, I'd ask my client to roll over so I could massage their front. But then I recall what Ms. Callahan warned me about. That I can't stir him up when he's already sleeping.

I decided to leave him be. I started fixing all my stuff before giving him one final glance. There was a wonderful sensation in my heart as I observed his calm face as he was fast asleep. I was hoping that my massage may somehow provide him the relief that he needed in order to get some sleep.

A few more minutes passed when I decided to leave the chamber. The man in a black suit who took me here seemed shocked to see me stepping out of the room.

"Are you done?" he inquired in astonishment. "Is he sleeping?"

"Yes, he's already sleeping. So, please refrain from making any disturbance to prevent waking him up," I instructed them before walking away from them.

I can't help but wonder what their astonishment faces were all about.

I shrugged my shoulder and decided not to worry about it. What's important is that I'm off for the night. That means I have a lot of time to finish my painting.

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