tagInterracial LovePeak of Desire Ch. 06

Peak of Desire Ch. 06


**Hey guys. I apologize for taking so long to update. I've had a lot going on, so I haven't been writing as much as I should have. I submitted Chapter 7 at the same time as this one, so it should be posted within the next day.

Thanks for your continued interest, and I hope you'll find both this, and Chapter 7 to your liking. Thank you for reading!**

At just past ten on Thursday morning, the buzzing of an alarm clock roused Erica from her sleep. After switching it off, she rolled over onto her back and tucked her arms behind her head,staring up at the curved Airstream ceiling. Several days had elapsed since her date with Cody at the bowling alley, but the provocative experience they'd shared still vividly played in her mind.

All it took was the memory of his long, nimble fingers skillfully teasing her clit, or the thought of her palms gliding across his broad, naked chest, and she found herself in a state of intense arousal. The experience they'd shared in the pool table room had been one of the most erotic moments of her life, and if that was a sign of things to come, then she was eagerly anticipating more moments like it.

She'd known Cody for nearly three weeks now, and it seemed that every time they came together, the attraction they felt for one another only seemed to increase. Like metal to a magnet, she was irresistibly drawn to him, and was intensely curious as to what their next encounter would be like. She could spend hours in bed fantasizing about him, but she had a free day ahead of her, and was eager to get a start on it.

The bamboo flooring creaked lightly as she padded into the front of the trailer, and as she reached the small fridge, she pulled open the door and retrieved a fudge popsicle, then peeled off the paper surrounding it. She took a few generous licks of the fudgesicle, then turned on a small fan that was sitting on the kitchen counter top.

She plopped lazily onto the sofa, and as she enjoyed the rich chocolate flavor of her frozen treat, she thought about the various ways she could spend her day. By the time she'd eaten half of her popsicle, she'd decided on taking a bike ride down to a nearby creek. Maybe she would even take a swim while she was there, then go to one of her favorite restaurants and treat herself to a delicious lunch.

Then once she returned home she would stop by Marisol's and see what she was up to. Air from the fan blew a gentle, cool breeze against her face, and she contentedly finished the rest of her popsicle. A chiming sound came from her cell phone, and as she picked it up, she saw she had a text message from Cody.

*Hey there, beautiful. How are you this morning?*

A smile crossed her lips as she typed her response, then she hit the message send button.

~Doing well. What are you up to?~

*Horny. Woke up with a raging hard on.*

His text sent a flood of liquid heat to her core, and she quickly typed her response.

~If I were there, I'd give you a hand~

*I could use more than a hand*

~I'm sure you could~

Nearly a minute passed before another message from him came through.

*So when do I get that massage?*

~I don't know. When do you want it?~

*Right now would be good*

~You're not working today?~

*Nope. It's my day off*

Not wanting to seem overly eager, she let a few moments pass, then typed her response. Yet before she could send her message, her phone vibrated with another text.

*Can you be here in the next hour?*

Her heart rate increased as she thought about her hands caressing his toned, nude form. She'd only seen his chest, but she was beyond certain that the lower half of his body was just as exquisite as the top. Of course she would drape a sheet over him so he wouldn't be completely bare, but how long would it actually stay on? Their intense sexual attraction to each other guaranteed that the massage would most likely lead to sex, but was she actually ready for them to take things to that next level?

She could try and resist him all she wanted, but being in the privacy of his home, combined with the allure of his nearly naked body would be far too powerful for her to resist. She'd never been very good at resisting temptation, and although she knew the power was ultimately in her hands, whenever she was around him, it seemed as if she became filled with insatiable lust.

Physically speaking, she was eager to have sex with him, but was she emotionally ready for it? She took a few more moments to think it over, then typed her response. She was just finishing her message to him, when her phone vibrated with another one of his texts.

*So when can you get here?*

It came as no surprise to her that he was getting impatient, and as she hit the button to send her message through, the sound of a ring tone floated from the rear of the trailer. Erica tossed the cell phone in her hands aside, then headed for her sleeping quarters. As she reached her bed, she picked up her business cell phone and placed the receiver against her ear.

"Erica's mobile massage. How can I help you?"

"Hello," said a female voice with a Slavic accent. "My name is Aksinya, and I'm calling on behalf of my boss, Mr. Stevens. I need to book a massage for him. Is it possible to get an appointment today?"

"Sure. What time would you like to set the appointment for?"

"One thirty."

"That's no problem, I can book you for that time. How long of a session does he need?"

"One hour."

"Will this be a Swedish or hot stone massage?"


Erica grabbed her appointment book from a drawer beneath her bed, then set it on the mattress and poised a pen over the paper. "Can I get the name and address, please?"

As the client relayed the information to her, Erica wrote it down in her book. Then once the call was finished, she set the phone down and headed back to the front of the trailer. As she picked up her phone, she noticed she'd received three texts from Cody, and clicked a button to open the first text.

*Still thinking it over?*

She then opened the second message.

*So are you coming over or not?*

His third text message proved to be even more urgent than the previous ones.

*Why are you ignoring me?*

Erica typed back a response, then hit the send button.

~Wasn't ignoring you. Got a call on my business phone and I had to take it.~

She knew that Cody disliked being made to wait, so it came as no surprise that it took twenty minutes for him to respond. She figured it was his way of trying to regain control, and although it was frustrating, she couldn't help feeling a bit amused. As dominating and masculine as he was, he could sometimes be immature, and impatience was clearly one of his weak traits. The phone vibrated in her hand as his message finally came through.

*Are you still coming over?*

~Nope. Just booked a last minute appointment, so it looks like I'll be busy~

*Any way you can get out of it?*

~Not really. I need the money, and the appointment's already set~

She waited for his response, but instead of the chime of another text message, her cell phone ring tone filled the air. She didn't have to look at the display screen to know that it was Cody, and after hitting the answer call button, she brought the phone up to her ear.


"Hi." He gave a short pause. "You got a last minute client, huh?"

"Yep. I really don't feel like working today, but I need the money, so there was no way I could refuse."

"I understand." His voice was rife with disappointment. "When will you be back home?"

"Three thirty, maybe four."

"So you'll be gone most of the day."

"Yeah, pretty much."

He gave a little sigh of displeasure. "That's too bad, because I was really looking forward to seeing you."

"Yeah, so was I."

"So this client of yours, is it a male or female?"

Her lips curled into a smile. "I knew you were going to ask that question"

"I'm not jealous, I just want to know what type of a situation you're going into."


"So, male or female?"


"And what kind of a vibe did you get from him?"

"I didn't speak with him directly. His maid booked the appointment."

"Hmm, that seems a bit weird."

"Not to me. He's obviously rich, so he's probably got a whole staff of people to take care of all his needs."

"Just because he has a housekeeper, it doesn't mean he's wealthy."

"Judging by the address of his house, I'd say he's pretty loaded. He lives in Chandler Hills. Only people with serious money can afford to buy homes out there."

"How did this guy find out about you?"

"He was referred to me by a friend."

"Which friend?"

"I don't know. Didn't think to ask."

"You're not curious?"

"A little, but it isn't all that important. He's paying good money, so that's what matters most."

"What about your safety? Isn't that important, too?"

"Of course."

"Doesn't sound like it."

Cocking an eyebrow, she asked, "Why are you being so weird about this?"

"Caring about you makes me weird?"

"Look, I appreciate your concern, but there's no need for you to be worried. Everything will be fine."

"How can you be certain? He's a first time client, and you don't even know who referred him. Seems to me like he might be hiding something."

"I don't work purely on referrals, so it isn't a huge issue to me."

"You should have at least spoken to him. You need to know what type of a person he is."

"Yeah, okay. I guess you're right about that. I'll call back once I get off the phone with you."

"I really hope you do."

"No worries, I will." After finishing the last of her popsicle, she threw the stick in the trash, then poured herself a glass of water.

"Something about this client seems off."

Noting the apprehension in his voice, she said, "It'll be fine. There's nothing for you to worry about."

"You're going to a strange man's house to give him a massage, and you're telling me there's nothing for me to worry about?"

"It's my job, it's what I do. I don't know why you have to make it sound so dirty."

"Well how else can I put it? Because that's exactly what's going to happen."

"You make what I do sound cheap. This is a legitimate career I have, Cody. There isn't anything gross or shameful about it. I'm *very* professional."

"It's not you I distrust, it's the client."

A sound of exasperation passed her lips. "I can't believe I'm going through this with you yet again."

"Why does it bother you to know that I'm concerned? I'm a part of your life now, so of course I want you to be safe."

"It doesn't bother me, it just makes me wonder how you can take all sorts of crazy risks, and then lecture *me* on being safe."

"Oh, I get it. You're purposely taking risks to try and get back at me for free soloing. Is that it?"

"Get back at you? How ridiculous. You don't actually believe that, do you?"

"Well I see no other reason why you seem to be so intent on going against what I say. You don't like me climbing, and you know I won't stop, so now you're trying to get even with me."

She rolled her eyes. "You can't seriously think that."

He remained quiet, and after a few moments of silence, she began to wonder if he was still on the line. "Hello?"

"Yeah, I'm still here."

"Why aren't you talking?"

"What's the point? You're not interested in taking any of my advice, and you're going to do what you want anyway, so there's really no point in continuing this conversation."

She sighed heavily, then said, "Alright, then. Since you're no longer interested in speaking with me, then I'll just get off the phone."

"Fine," he retorted flatly.

Yet instead of ending the call, she kept the phone pressed against her ear. Although he wasn't speaking, she could tell he was still on the line, and was curious as to why he didn't just get off.

"Hang up," she said.

"*You* hang up."

"Fine, I will." She hit the call end button, then tossed the phone onto the couch.

A mere thirty seconds passed before her phone rang, and as she pressed the receiver against her ear, she emitted a little sigh which was part frustration, and part annoyance.

As captivating and alluring as he was, Cody could also be quite pushy and controlling, and it was beginning to annoy her. She remained quiet, prompting him to speak first, and it seemed as if he was doing the same, because neither of them said a word. Then finally she heard him speak.

"You're heading blindly into a potentially dangerous situation. Think about what you're doing."

"I already have thought about it."

"Then think again. Because I don't get the best feeling from this guy."

"You haven't even talked to him, so how can you know what he's like?"

"That's my point. You haven't talked to him, either. Why would you book an appointment without speaking to the client?"

"It isn't a common thing. This is the first time it's happened."

"Exactly. This is why the whole thing seems odd to me."

"You love to be free to do what you want, yet can't stand the fact that I expect the same."

"I'm not trying to control you, I just want to make sure you're safe. That's what people do when they care about someone."

"I've had a mobile massage business for years, and nothing's ever happened to me. That isn't pure luck, it's because I've always been cautious."

He let out a heavy breath. "I really wish you could see things from my point of view."

"Welcome to the club. Now you know how I feel."

"You hate that I free solo, I get it. But putting yourself in danger isn't going to make me stop."

She cocked an eyebrow. "I never said that I wanted you to."

"You don't have to say it, it's pretty obvious."

"Listen, Cody. The last thing I want to do is control you, so that's not what this is about. I know you're passionate about rock climbing, and I think it's great. The only issue I have is when you do it without any safety equipment."

"You're basically doing the same thing."

"How? Since when am I climbing hundreds of feet without any protective equipment? Sorry, but it's not comparable."

"Actually, it is. When you go to a client's house, you're giving them the chance to hurt or kill you. You're small and defenseless, and there are guys out there who would just love to take advantage of that. How can that not scare you?"

"I'm not totally helpless. I know how to protect myself."

"I'm not saying you're weak, but most men are bigger and stronger than women, so you could easily be overpowered."

"Look, I know it's a possibility, okay? I get that. But I'm not going to let the thought of what could happen stop me from running my business."

Cody was silent for a moment, and then he said, "Why don't you work in a spa? Then you would have the safety of being around other people."

"Why would I work for someone else, when I have my own thing going? It's taken years to build my list of clients, and the money I make doing outcalls is way better than what I would earn as a spa worker."

A sound of exasperation came from Cody's end of the line. "Fine, keep exposing yourself to danger. I hope the money is worth it."

"Listen, you take way bigger risks than I do. You climb hundreds of feet without any protective gear, all the while knowing that you may fall to your death. You go willingly into ridiculously dangerous situations, and yet I'm the one who's being unsafe? Come on, Cody." She gave a humorless laugh, then shook her head.

"Yeah, whatever. Do what you want, because I don't care anymore."

His voice came out sounding flat and emotionless, and she felt her heart sink in response. Erica bit her lip, then said, "I appreciate your concern. I really do."

"Doesn't seem like it."

He was obviously peeved, so she knew the best thing to do was to try and smooth things over. "Please don't be upset with me." He said nothing in return, and as his silence stretched on, she realized it was up to her to once again speak.

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Ignore me. That's what you did the last time you got mad."

"I have nothing more to say to you."

Vexed by his refusal to communicate any further, she blew out a little breath of air. "Guess I'll let you go, then."

"Okay. Bye."


She placed the phone on the end table next to the couch, then rose up from the couch and headed for the bathroom. It had been a rough start to the day, but she wasn't going to let the conversation that she and Cody had sour her mood. They both disagreed about certain aspects of each others life, and that most likely wouldn't change, so they would just have to find some way to work things out.

After stripping out of her night clothes, she climbed into the tiny shower and turned on the water. As Erica soaped up, she found herself overcome with uneasiness. With things now uncertain between her and Cody, she was starting to regret the fact that she'd been so stubborn toward him.

She knew he was concerned about her, and that he wanted to ensure her safety, but how could he live his life so recklessly and not expect her to worry about him as well? Obviously something had to give, otherwise this situation could end up driving a wedge between them. And the connection they shared was way too amazing to allow things to get screwed up.

Yet despite the fact that she and Cody weren't currently on the best of terms, she still felt optimistic about the day ahead of her, and promised herself that she'd make the best of it. She guessed he'd made a good point about her needing to speak with the client directly, and it was customary for her to do that, so she made a mental note to contact her customer before heading to his house.

After finishing her shower, she dried off with an oversized towel, then headed for her bedroom to change. Her massage uniform consisted of a cream colored boat neck tunic that was tapered at the waist, and a pair of black, slim cut uniform pants. Once she was dressed, she did her hair and makeup, then slipped some money into the pocket of her pants. Her massage table was already in the back of her car, so the only thing left to do was to call the client, and then she would get on the road. She dialed in the number, and after three rings, a voice which she instantly recognized as the Slavic maid's, came through the phone.

"Mr. Steven's residence."

"Yes, hi. It's Erica, the massage therapist."

"Of course, I remember. What can I do for you, Ms. Collins?"

"Can I speak with Mr. Stevens?"

"He's on an important call right now, but I'd be happy to relay a message."

"There's no message. I just wanted to have the chance to speak with him directly. Do you know when he'll be available?"

"You could always try back in the next half hour, but Mr. Stevens is a very busy man. He prefers I take care of things for him. If there's an issue or concern, you can communicate it to me, and I'll let him know what it is."

"It's nothing important. I just wanted to go over a few details with him."

"It's probably best if you do that in person. He really isn't fond of talking on the phone unless it's related to business, so I'm afraid you'll have to wait until you arrive."

"Oh, alright." Her voice was full of hesitancy.

"If it's going to be a problem, then I can just cancel the appointment and we'll hire someone else. My boss prefers I handle all his affairs, so I can assure you he's completely trustworthy."

There was a sharp edge to the maid's voice, and Erica could tell that the other woman was beginning to feel insulted. It hadn't been her intent to do so, and she did very much want to keep him as a client, so she decided to go ahead and keep the appointment. "No, it won't be any problem at all. I'll just speak to him in person."

"Wonderful. We look forward to seeing you at one thirty."

"Great, see you then. Bye."


Erica slipped the phone into her pocket, then grabbed her keys and headed for the door. A few hours still remained before she was due to show up for the appointment, so she would grab a late breakfast, take care of a few errands, then head out to Chandler Hills to meet with her client.

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