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attempted to look the other way, but his washboard abs and heaving pecs seemed to have a gravitational effect on my eyeballs.
    “I’m getting undressed for my massage.” He looked me up and down again. “You should, too. If you’re staying. They’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”
    Next, he unbuttoned his jeans.
    He’s gay, he’s gay, he’s gay, gay, GAY, I told myself, as if that would work to put out the fire that lit between my legs when his pants came off. “Listen, mister. I don’t know if I feel comfortable with a…couples, er, joint massage.”
    The guy stopped his inadvertent strip tease and snickered. “Let me guess. You went to Catholic girls school.” He put his hands on the top edge of his boxer briefs and pulled them down just a tad, revealing more of his V-shaped torso. “If that’s the case, you might want to close your eyes at this next part,” he teased.
    My spine prickled at the implication that I was some sort of prude. I huffed at the thought. There were few things that pushed my buttons more than being judged by someone who didn’t even know me. As my blood began to boil, I felt my pride kick in and say, We’ll show him who’s a prude and who’s not.
    What did it matter if he saw me naked? After all, I’d probably never see the guy again after this. Plus, he was gay, in all likelihood. Although, if that were true then I had to admit my gay-dar was in need of a serious tweaking.
    I set my jaw, determined not to let this arrogant jerk chase me out of my much-needed massage with his teasing. I pulled off my tank top and tossed it onto a nearby chair, trying hard to exude way more confidence than I actually had. I kicked off my sandals and pushed them with my foot under the massage bed.
    So far, so good. This isn’t so bad, now, is it? I thought.
    But my thoughts became scrambled as I heard him unzip his jeans. Before I could stop myself, I took a quick peak and immediately wished I hadn’t. Nothing made my knees buckle more than a well-toned man bared down to his skivvies, and the sight of his nearly naked body almost made me lose my balance.
    By some miracle, I managed to take my eyes off him and carefully kept averted from his perfect physique so that I could concentrate on what I was doing. I repeated my new “He’s Gay” mantra over and over in my head as I undid my own jeans and slipped them off. My cheeks instantly blushed.
    Damnit. I’d forgotten that I was wearing my Hello Kitty panties.
    Although it would’ve felt more natural to take them off last, I quickly slid my panties off, hoping he didn’t see the smiling kitten’s face on my ass. Thank goodness I’d gotten a bikini wax before the trip.
    As I reached behind my back to undo my bra, I turned away from The Hottie. The closer to buck naked I got, the more my hands began to shake. I’d never bared my bits-n-bobs to a complete stranger before, and it was way more nerve-wracking than I’d expected.
    Unfortunately, my shaky hands made it harder to work the clasp, so I struggled with it for a few moments.
    “Need help with that?” The Hottie said from behind me.
    As the clasp came undone and the bra slid off, my eyes shot over my shoulder to him. He still had his boxer briefs on. That cheater.
    Then, it dawned on me that he’d been watching me the entire time. Not only that, but he was openly checking me out and had a smug look on his face. He was enjoying this. Instinctively, I directed my eyes to the man’s crotch.
    Sure enough, I noticed something going on in his crotchal region. It could’ve been the dim light playing tricks on my eyes, but bells went off in my head. I knew an erection when I saw one.
    My mouth dropped open, and I pointed at his crotch accusingly. “But you’re gay!” I shouted just as the two masseuses walked back into the room.
    “Huh?”
    I raised my pointer finger from his crotch to his bewildered face. “You asshole—you tricked me!”
    Confused and alarmed by the tone of my