EroticReverie

Shoshana Starling 

“I look like a tool.” He grumbles as one of the female assistant onsite slathers his chest with oil.

Joseph Zamora, did not…look like a tool. He’s wearing nothing but white padded football pants and football cleats. 

It was a charity photo shoot for a calendar for his team. All proceeds were going towards women’s and children’s shelters. 

“You don’t look like a tool.” I say, standing on the pavement near the beach. A dozen other players out on the sand.  Why they thought football players equaled beach, is beyond me. But here we are. 

“You look…” I start and his head lifts from scowling at the excessive oil being spread again all over his abdomen. His brow lifts. 

“Fine.” I say and blow out a breath and look out at the beach. 

“Doing the back now.” The woman says and then slips behind him. 

“Mary, we need you over here” a voice calls and the woman’s head peeks up. 

“I’m oiling Zamora!” She calls back and I see Joseph roll his eyes. My lips tick upward. 

“Have his girlfriend do it. We need you!” The guy calls. My brows pinch. Girlfriend? I look around. I wasn’t aware he had a girlfriend. Or that she was here. God , I’ve been living in this man’s house and he has a girlfriend?! I turn my head the opposite way to look for said girlfriend and Mary holds out a bottle of oil to me. Then it hits me and I laugh and shake my head. 

“Oh no, I’m not his girlfriend” I say and she shrugs. 

“Girlfriend. Sister. Mother. I don’t care” she says. Joseph snorts. And I glare at him. He’s biting his lips together and clears his throat to make it seem like he wasn’t just laughing that she suggested  “mother”…”mommy”.

“Lots of oil. Just use the rest of it. Arms too. Make him shine” she says and then the bottle is forced into my hand. 

“Thanks” she says and takes off. And I stand there looking at the bottle of oil and just blink. 

He clears his throat and I look up. 

“You don’t have to.” He says. But he’s still amused. My nostrils flare. 

“If you’re scared I can-“ he starts and I huff a 

“Scared? Of what?” I scoff and roll my eyes. 

“Dunno. Getting your hands dirty?” He asks. I roll my eyes. 

“I hate baby oil.” I say. 

“Try being covered in it like a fucking slip and slide.” He says and I smirk slightly. 

“Come on B.B, oil me up for charity. It’s a good cause.” He smirks. I narrow my eyes. 

“B.b?” I ask. 

“Ball Buster” he says and I poke my tongue into my cheek. 

“Come on. I’m not getting any shinier” he says and turns his back to me. “Get to work”

I sigh and look at his back. God damn. Broad fucking shoulders and muscles flexing and he moves his arms and stretches and rolls his shoulder.  Fucking Christ. I was about to slather this man in oil. With my fucking hands. I was about to touch Joseph Zamoras bare skin. His body. And my fucking pussy was probably shining as much as his chest for how fucking wet I was getting over watching that woman touch his chest and stomach. 

“B.b? You run away?” He asks. His head turning slightly but not looking all the way back.

“Shut up…Joey Roo” I huff as I step closer and watch his shoulder shake slightly with a small laugh. 

“There she is” he says and I roll my eyes as I lift the bottle of oil and begin to drizzle some over the top of back and I suck in a breath as it begins to rub down his back. My tongue teasing my lips as I run it across them, through them and then bite my lip as I lift my other hand up and drag it over his shoulder blades and down. Catching the drip of the oil. I swallow hard and his body tenses slightly. 

We’re quiet. And don’t talk. As I keep adding oil to his skin. My hands coasting down his back and back up. I bite my lip harder as my hand slips along the waist of his pants and my hand curves around his side , my fingers pressing harder. My palm pressing flat and firm , my touch no longer scared or nervous. I wanted to quit my job and make oiling this man’s back my full time career. 

I add more oil and it trickles down his spine and I slip my hand up and to his neck.  His head leans back slightly and he….he fucking groans. 

I pause. And he coughs. 

“That should be good.” He says and then steps forward. 

“Um…your arms…I didn’t do the backs of your arms” I say and he turns and my fucking god all my breath goes out of my lungs as he looks down at me. His jaw is clenched. And he takes the bottle from me. 

“I can handle it.” He says and I blink up at him. Was he …mad ? He looked mad. At me? 

“Okay” I say and step back with a soaked hand covered in baby oil and he turns away from me and starts to do his arms. 

I hold out my oiled up hand and look around for something to wipe it on. 

“Here doll” a guy says and I turn to look at one of the assistants handing me a white hand towel. 

“Oh, thanks” I say with a smile and take it. 

“Anytime gorgeous” he winks. It’s flirty and I give him a half smile this time. 

“B.B” Joseph growls and I whip my head to him. He’s scowling at the guy but then looks to me. 

“Come here.” He huffs and I jerk my head back at his command. 

“I’m not a dog” I say as I walk over anyway. 

“Do you get paid to flirt on the job?” He asks. 

“I wasn’t flirting.” I hiss. So he was back to being an asshole apparently. 

“Sure fuckin looked like it.” He says and I scowl up at him. 

“Maybe YOURE the one who needs a babysitter to remind you that you’re here for a job. You wanna be professional yet you’re busy making eyes at guys. You here to find a boyfriend or work ?” He asks with his lips tight. My nostrils burn and my throat tightens and I swallow down the urge to cry. 

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that. Ever again. You ass.” I say and he huffs as I walk away. 

“I’ll be waiting in the car.” I snap over my shoulder. 

“Try not to flirt with Jack” he calls back and I stop and turn and he’s oiling his arms. Not looking at me and I stomp back over and I stab a manicured fingernail into his chest. 

“You listen to me Zamora, I don’t know what the fuck your problem is, but you’re not going to talk to me like that, you’ve been nothing but a grumpy asshole since I got here.” I hiss. 

“Quit then. Do us both a favor. Go the fuck home.” He says and I flinch. I didn’t understand him. I thought we were getting somewhere. But apparently not. He just wants to give me fucking whiplash. 

“Fuck you.” I say. 

“Back at ya darlin” he says and turns. 

I close my eyes. Willing my tears to not come. Failing. He gets the last word. Because I will not let him see me fucking cry. I turn and make my way back to the car in the lot.

“Can you…give me a minute?” I ask his driver Jack. 

He looks over his shoulder. 

“You okay ?” He asks. Seeing the tears slipping down my cheeks. 

“Please. Just. Give me a minute.” I say with a nod. 

“Sure. Of course, I’m right outside if you need me. Want me to get Joe?” He asks and I shake my head. 

“No” I say quickly “definitely not” I force a laugh through my tears and he nods and slips out and shuts the door and I grab my purse and the pack of tissues inside and dab under my eyes , I know my makeup is already fucked.  Fuck him. Fuck Joseph Zamora.