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Thank god. It seems Dave has regained some type of professionalism. I do as I’m told and feel the heat of Logan’s eyes as he watches me cross the room. I get in position on the opposite side of the table so I can watch exactly what Dave is doing.
He gets straight into it and true to his word, shows me a few techniques that I’ve never seen before and I can’t wait to try them out on my next client. “How’s the pain, Logan?” Dave asks.
“Fine,” he grunts but it’s clear it’s not fine.
“Excellent,” Dave replies before continuing on his work.
I watch on in interest as Logan’s hand subtly falls down beside the table and comes to a stop at the back of my thigh. He squeezes my leg and I have to work really hard on controlling myself from the shock of the electricity that flies through my skin at his touch.
My eyes flick towards his to see a smile playing on his lips. “Save me,” he mouths with an almost desperation.
I think about it for a moment but the look in his eyes makes it impossible to turn him down. “Do you mind if I give your techniques a go?” I ask Dave, trying my hardest not to look so excited about touching Logan again.
“Indeed,” he says, reaching for a towel and wiping the oil from his hands as he steps back from the table.
I make my way around and squirt oil into the palm of my hand before warming it up. I watch as Logan’s eyes catch the movement of my hands as they rub together and see desire light up his face and once again, I have to look away from him.
"Alright," Dave says as he comes to stand by my side. He talks me through his techniques before taking a step back. "You're a natural, Elle. You're going to go far in this industry."
“Thank you,” I say, more than happy to accept the compliment of my skills.
Deciding I know what I’m doing, Dave takes a seat at his desk and gets stuck into filling out Logan’s progress reports while I try my best to think of anything else other than the fact my hands are rubbing extremely close to Logan’s goodies. “If you’re good here, Elle, I might head out for lunch," Dave says, pulling my attention back to him.
“Oh, sure,” I say as anxiety starts to take over. Crap. He’s going to leave me alone with Logan.
“Make sure to go over his exercises and book in the next appointment,” he reminds me but there’s simply no need, it’s standard procedure. I know the routine by now.
“Got it,” I murmur.
With that, Dave takes off out the door and I watch in amusement as Logan’s body instantly relaxes. “Thanks for that,” Logan says, referring to my complete take-over of the appointment.
“No problem,” I smile. “You looked a little uncomfortable.”
“That’s the understatement of the year,” he scoffs. “He’s a great physio but there’s just something off about him.”
“Yeah, I’ve picked up on that.”
"What?" he says as his body becomes rigid. He sits straight up and looks at me with an almost protective quality. "Did he do something? Touch you?"
“No,” I gasp in horror. “Nothing like that. I just get a weird vibe from him and not to mention, the way he asked you to lose your pants and get on the table. It was super pervy.”
“Good,” he says, relaxing once again before laying back down on the table and allowing me to continue my work. I get lost in thought as I recall his reaction. I can’t understand why he seems protective but for some reason, I really like it.
“Shit, this sucks,” he moans as I press into a tight part of his muscle.
“Yeah, but it won’t take long to heal if you keep up with the exercises and stay off it,” I remind him.
“I know,” he sighs. “I just want to get back on the ice already. It’s only been a few days and I don’t know what to do with myself”
His comments are asking for a smart-ass response and I don’t have it in me to hold back. “I’m sure you can think of something to drain all your energy.”
He looks at me with that knowing look once again and I have to resist biting down on my lip. “You offering?” he questions.
“You wish,” I smirk but let’s be honest, we all know I wish, too.
“You sure?” he asks as his eyes become hooded. “I have days worth of energy to burn, I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself, over and over again.”
Fuck me. Breathe.
I purposefully press a little harder into his thigh and he lets out a groan. “Ok, ok,” he laughs. “I’ll behave but only if you tell me something else about yourself.”
“No way,” I gin. “It’s your turn to do the talking.”
