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“Take off your shirt and pants. Stay in your boxers,” I say for clarification. “Put this gown on.” I pass him a white gown. Jamie mentioned the gowns aren’t usually used in these settings but after he complimented my ass, twice, I feel it’s necessary to be extra professional. I know there are cameras all around the facility but still. . .
“I’m going to review your file while you get ready.”
I head back to the offices to give him privacy and pull his file. He’s had some minor injuries from games. I read about the arm he broke his senior year of college. It still gives him some pain. He was cross-checked in the last game and had some pain in his ribs. I close the file and head back out.
“All ready?” I ask with a professional grin.
He nods, waiting on the edge of the table with his gown on and his feet dangling off the side.
“Lie on your front, please,” I order.
He does as I say, and I grab one of the massage oil bottles and rub it through my hands.
“We’ll start off with some basic massage. Let me know if it’s painful. I can go softer. Can you please lower the gown?”
He shifts, lowering his gown, revealing sculpted shoulders and arms. I’m not surprised he’s so built. I was expecting the players to be in top physical shape. He lies on his stomach and I slowly start at his neck, working out the knots there.
“That feels really good. Thanks,” he groans but it doesn’t sound douchey. He’s being sincere.
“You’re welcome,” I answer as I allow my fingers to work down his back. Every inch of his body is defined and when my hands run over his skin, I feel jolts of electricity I’ve never felt while treating a patient. I quickly swallow hard and push the thoughts aside. I’m a professional doing my job. After half an hour of massage, I’ve worked out most of his kinks including the ones in his calves. I’ve left his arms for last because of the injury. I ask him to straighten his arm and slowly knead through some of the tight muscle tissue.
“Agh,” he groans.
“Sorry. Does that hurt?” I ask.
‘“It’s my bad arm. It always feels a little painful, but what you’re doing is good. I know it will make it feel better later on,” he explains.
“Okay, turn on your back.” I come around to the other side of the table.
I extend his arm to the side and slowly work my way down, easing the tension slowly.
“Damn, you’re really good at this,” he says.
“That’s what I’m here for,” I respond with a smile. Working helps me take my mind off missing Skylar and Crew. After I’ve worked his other arm, I ask if there is anything else he needs.
“That’s it. Thanks so much.” He grins, and it touches his brown eyes.
“Get up slowly,” I suggest. “Some people get light-headed from deep tissue massage.”
“I’m good,” he assures, and he sits up.
“Have a good day,” I reply, and I turn on my heel and head back to my office.
Evan mutters something, but I don’t hear what he’s said because I’m back in my office.
I take a seat at my desk and fill in the notes on his file about the treatment for today. I add that ultrasound therapy may be beneficial to his arm for next time. I pause and stare into space. Evan’s face enters my mind. Going on looks alone, he is so my type. I give my head a shake, but I can’t help thinking of his shoulders, his back, and his fine. . . shit, I’m not going there. There will be no thinking of Evan’s fine sculpted ass, even if he did just compliment mine this morning.
The telephone on my desk rings. I look at the time. It’s already half past seven, which means Jamie and the players will be here any minute.
I answer the phone. “Hello.”
“Hi, sweetheart,” Daddy’s voice comes through the phone, warm and loving.
“Hi, Daddy,” I greet him.
“You want to come by my office?” he asks.
“Sure. Do you mean now?”
