Free Texas Lullaby (Texas Montgomery Mavericks Book 7) by Cynthia D’Alba Page A

the women to win the date.
    “Good evening, sir. My name is Brandi. How may I assist you?”
    That was the question the blonde asked Jason, but Lydia heard all the nuances in the woman’s tone that clearly conveyed her interest in Jason. A twinge of jealousy pumped through her veins. She pressed her lips together and interlocked her fingers to keep from doing something silly, like latching on to Jason’s arm.
    “Good evening,” Jason said, his smile a little too bright, adding a lump of coal to the green flame already burning in Lydia’s gut. “I have an appointment for two. Jason Montgomery.”
    “Oh, yes. Mr. Montgomery. We are so pleased to have you with us this evening. Your room is ready. If you would follow me, please.”
    The blonde, whose name tag spelled Brandi with an I, stepped from behind the desk. “This way.”
    She twisted her hips as she walked toward a doorway.
    Jason reached back and took Lydia’s hand. “Come on. I think you’ll enjoy this.”
    “Is this Mrs. Montgomery?” Brandi with an I asked.
    “No. This is Dr. Henson,” Lydia replied. And I know fifteen ways to poison you and no one would ever know.
    Jason chuckled. The cad.
    With a sexy sway, Brandi with an I led them down a hallway until she came to an open door. Gesturing she said, “In here. Your massage therapists will be right with you.”
    Inside the dimly lit room sat side-by-side massage tables. Faint music filtered into the room. Soft, glowing electric candles sent dancing shadows up the walls. Above the tables, the ceiling was hidden by draped material, sort of how Lydia always pictured a sheik’s harem room.
    “Take off as much as you feel comfortable with,” Brandi said. “You can leave on your underwear if it makes you more comfortable.”
    “No problem,” Lydia said.
    Jason nodded.
    “Excellent. Once you are ready, please lie on the tables face down. Mr. Montgomery, I will be your massage therapist for the evening.”
    Of course she will. Lydia would have bet Brandi with an I would be rushing from the room and changing the schedule if she hadn’t been assigned to Jason. Hussy.
    “Dr. Henson, your therapist is Rebecca.”
    Brandi closed the door.
    Lydia looked at Jason. “You scheduled a couples’ massage? Who are you and what have you done with Jason?”
    He laughed. “You told me I needed to try new things.”
    “Yeah, but I was talking about changing Levi’s diaper.”
    He laughed again. “Come on. Let’s do this.”
    Never one to be shy of his body, Jason stripped out of his clothes quickly, hanging them on the hooks provided. Of course, he had every reason to be proud. Lydia took a minute to look at him. It’d been almost a month since she’d seen him naked, not that she had any trouble pulling up the vision when she needed.
    He was broad shouldered with a sculpted muscular chest and a rocking body that narrowed at the waist and hips. A dark line of hair ran down his flat stomach until it joined with a thick thatch of coarse pubic hair. His cock stood erect and grew longer under her gaze.
    “This might not be the best time to be looking at me like that,” he said.
    “Oh. Sorry. Just admiring the scenery.”
    He chuckled. “Hand me your clothes and I’ll hang them next to mine.”
    She did and, as they crawled onto their separate tables, said, “You know that girl is out there changing the schedule so she can do you.”
    “What girl?” His frown puckered.
    “Brandi,” she replied with exasperation. “You know, the one who was eating you up with her eyes.”
    “Are you jealous?”
    “No.” Yes.
    “Honey, I don’t see any other women when you’re in the room. I only have eyes for you.”
    “So when I’m not around, you do have eyes for other women?”
    He just laughed as someone rapped on the door.
    “Ready?” a voice asked.
    “Ready,” Jason answered.
    Lydia rolled her face to the side to see Brandi reentering the room along with an attractive brunette. “Dr. Henson, this is