"I never caught your name." He said, as the car started.
"Candrah." I said, buckling myself in.
"Ah, that means 'glowing' in Latin, am I correct?" He asked.
I nodded, "I'm impressed.".
"The name suits you." He said, winking, for the third time tonight.
I mumbled a 'Thank you.' as my face grew red.
"You're not used to compliments?" He asked.
I shook my head 'no'.
"Odd, when your dressed like that," he said pointing to my outfit, "I figured you were fighting guys off of you.".
How strange, Justin Bieber thinks I'm pretty.
Maybe he's just saying that to make me want to help him.
Maybe he talks to every girl like this.
"No, I'm saying it because it's true. And I don't talk to every girl like this.".
"Did I just say that out loud?" I said, blushing furiously.
"No, I just knew you were thinking it." Justin said, smirking.
"No, you said it outloud." A man from the front said, turning around.
"I'm Mike, by the way." He said, sticking out his hand.
I shook his hand, "Nice to meet you." I said smiling.
"That's Jake," he said pointing to the man sitting next to him.
"Nice to meet you, as well." I said, shaking his hand.
"Pleasure's mine." He smiled.
"How does the deal sound to you?" Jake asked.
"Sounds good. But I have a question, for Justin." I said, turning towards him.
He had no shirt on, and sweatpants that hung low on his hips.
I closed my eyes, and swallowed saliva, trying to wetten my dry throat.
"Why'd you say to my friend, 'She'll be home by eleven.", if I won't be going home at all?" I asked.
"Good question. 1 simple reason; You're hot, and I didn't want your friend to not allow you to come with me.".
My cheeks heated up.
"Don't listen to him, he really needs someone to help him. Do you think you could get the knots out?" Jake asked.
I nodded, and Jake left the room, leaving Justin and I alone.
"Lay down." I ordered, pointing to the massage table.
"Dominant, I like it." He said, following my orders.
"Anywhere you have tension? Any pain anywhere?".
"Nope, I'm made of stone.".
Ignoring him, I started massaging his back.
His breathing hitched.
"Wow, all I did was massage you." I said to myself.
After getting the knots, I stopped.
"Don't stop." He ordered.
"Why?" I asked, grabbing cream.
"Because it felt good, and I like you hands on me." He said.
I started rubbing the cream on his back, making him purr.
Once I finished, I stepped away.
"What time do you usually start training?" I asked, cleaning my hands.
"Perfect, see you then." I said, walking away.
"Ah, ah, ah." He said, closing the door.
"I need clothes?" I said opening the door.
"Get them tomorrow.".
"What am I supposed to sleep in?".
"Borrow some of mine.".
"Where am I supposed to sleep?".
"The floor, or with me, your choice.".
"Just give me clothes, please.".
He threw me a shirt and extra small sweatpants.
After changing into them, I walked over to his bed and climbed in.
I was facing him.
"Your clothes smell good." I said, smelling his shirt again.
"Like vanilla." I added.
"Thanks, I would smell you, but that would be weird." He said.
"I mean... if you wan't to, you can, I guess." I said awkwardly.
"I was kidding." He said, after a angelic laugh.
"Oh, me too." I said, trying to cover my already red face.
"Sureeee." He said, stretching out the 'e'.
"Goodnight Justin." I said, dropping the subject.
"Goodnight, ya shirt smeller." He said, laughing a little to hard at himself.