shower and going to bed.” Blade slammed the
kitchen door behind him and continued to his room.
He was hoping she’d get the message and leave him alone.
Chapter 4
Callie watched Blade walk through the kitchen and disappear
into one of the bedrooms down the hallway before turning back to the stove. He
didn’t need to tell her he had a migraine. The glaze in his eyes and paleness
of his complexion told her he was in pain. She turned off the beef stew, then
bent and removed the corn bread from the oven. Marissa’s note about leaving
Blade alone when he had a migraine almost made her stop from going through with
her plan. But if it worked, it would take Blade’s migraine away, or at the very
least help ease some of the symptoms. Callie just couldn’t let him suffer
needlessly if she could help him.
She took out the ginger root she’d purchased earlier that day
and cut off three pieces of the grotesquely shaped root. Adding it to a small
pan of water, and placing it on the stove, she set it on high. In the meantime,
she went to her room for the pure lavender oil in the medicine cabinet. Her
grandma, who suffered with headaches in general, taught her that pure lavender
oil helped a lot.
Once the ginger root had boiled for ten minutes, Callie
poured it into a cup. By the time she headed to Blade’s room he’d had plenty of
time to take his shower. She knocked lightly on his door. There was no
response. Taking a deep breath she opened the door just enough to peek inside
his room. He was stretched out on top of the bedspread, completely naked, his
hair wet, and his eyes closed.
Her eyes froze on his long, muscular form, and she knew the
task she’d set out for herself was going to be more challenging than she
thought. How am I going to stay
impersonal with that gorgeous male body beneath my hands?
Callie quietly made her way to his bedside. She couldn’t
help it, her curious gaze roamed down his magnificent body, taking note of his
more than generous cock. Lord! He has the
body of a God. Well-defined muscles that made her mouth water. Letting her
imagination run wild, she felt herself turning hot.
“I know you’re there.” He didn’t open his eyes.
Blade’s low tone reminded Callie why she was there. “How?”
she frowned.
“I can smell you.”
Oh! Callie had taken a shower earlier and sprayed a light
mist of perfume before leaving her room. It was on her clothes more than her
body. “I’m so sorry!” she whispered loudly, knowing the scent was probably
irritating him. Without hesitation she quickly slipped her tee-shirt off and
tossed it outside his door into the hallway.
“What do you want?” Blade asked between his teeth.
“I think I can help you.”
He opened one eye halfway. “Taking your clothes off won’t
help.”
“I took my shirt off
because of the perfume,” Callie explained. There was no reason to take off her
bra or jeans. “Will you let me try, please?”
He didn’t speak, but she caught his slight nod yes. She set
the glass of hot tea down on the nightstand and removed the small vial of oil
from her pocket. It was odorless, so the smell wouldn’t complicate things. She
unscrewed the top and put some on her fingertips.
“I’m going to touch you now.” She carefully put her fingers
against his temple and began to massage him gently. He moaned but didn’t tell
her to stop. Callie slowly worked her way across his forehead. “Blade, take
slow, deep breaths and relax as much as you can. How long have you had the
headache?”
“Started about an hour ago.”
“Good. We may stop it before it takes hold.” She gently
rubbed some of the oil at the back of his neck. “I’m using pure lavender oil on
you; it’s an analgesic, a painkiller.” He just grunted. Callie picked up the tea, took a sip to make sure it
wasn’t too hot. “I need you to drink this.”
“I thought you wanted me to relax.”
She smiled. “This will help you, I promise.”
He lifted his