Sure, Gwen told him to

Once again, you feel your sister knows best. Right now she's the only one you can trust to keep you safe. With your baggage for the next two days stowed away, you head back towards the living room, a massage should feel good at the very least. Patrick's already waiting with a blanket thrown over the coffee table, "C'mon Jane, lie down there."

Stretching out, you find the coffee table to be surprisingly comfortable, Patrick's hands immediately get to work, kneading the working the muscles in your shoulders and back. It's been forever since you've had someone work you over like this, you've forgotten how drowsy massages can make you. Patrick's hands move lower and lower, going down your back getting rid of knots.

You're jolted out of the drowsy state you were in as you feel those heavy hands grasp your ass. "Woah! What are you doing back there?" Patrick seems shocked by your question, "Oh I thought you wanted everything massaged, and really, it's hard to resist a cutie like you. You do have a great ass by the way." Cutie? Is he hitting on you? Well, you can't let this go on, time to get away from him.

"You know, I'm kinda tired...I'll go nap until Gwen gets back okay?"

Patrick's brow furrows, "Yeah, that's fine." Time to beat a hasty retreat back to your room.

As you start to fade into slumber, you think you faintly hear Patrick talking on the phone.

"Hey Gwen....turned me down.....Yeah...the hard way?....fine"

You wonder what the hell he's talking about as you eyes finally close