The man emerged from the bathroom in her office, introduced himself as “Hunter Monroe,” and told her to “relax because he would take care of her for the next hour.”

She almost giggled at the idea of him ‘taking care’ of her for an hour, but by burying her face deeper into the padded breathing oval, was able to contain it. Squeezing her eyes shut, she decided that she was being silly. This man was a professional, who did this all the time.

Just because she was nearly nude and feeling completely vulnerable didn’t mean anything. This was a natural part of his job and probably didn’t even register as a blip on his radar, despite the fact that it was the most intimate she had been with a man in longer than she cared to admit.

His fingers grazed the back of her neck as he gently lifted her curtain of long, dark hair and placed it over her shoulder. She felt a tingle race down her spine at that simple touch. When he lowered the sheet and tucked it firmly beside her hips, the office’s cool air assaulted her back.

While he poured massage oil into his palm, she wiggled nervously in an attempt to get herself adjusted comfortably. “I wasn’t sure what to wear,” she admitted, feeling incredibly self-conscious.

“This is fine,” he reassured her. His voice was as smooth as velvet and frustratingly calm.

She felt wound as tight as a spool of thread. After he rubbed his palms together to warm the oil, he placed them on her shoulder blades. She startled at his touch, feeling jittery and overly nervous.

He must have noticed her anxiety because he soothed her, “Just relax.”

His voice was deep and sexy. It made her feel the opposite of relaxed. The smell of coconut with a hint of spearmint wafted over her, and she wondered if he was using aromatherapy to help calm her. “Have you had a busy day?” She asked him, uncertain what she was supposed to say.

“Don’t worry about talking,” he tried to shush her.

While his fingers worked over the tight spots in her neck, it took effort not to groan from the painful pleasure of his touch. Wanting to seem like a normal person, rather than attention-starved workaholic that she was, she tried talking to him again. “Your hands must get really tired after a long day of doing massages, huh?”

“It really works the best if you let your mind go blank and keep quiet,” he suggested more firmly.

Why don’t you just tell me to shut up? She thought to herself. She was used to people angling to talk to her and get her opinions. Being shut down when she was trying to talk was an entirely new phenomenon. Deciding to heed his advice and attempt to relax, she closed her eyes and let the warmth emanating from the table and his soothing touch lull her into a stupor.

The next thing she knew, she was startled awake when Hunter’s velvety voice suggested that she turn over. She was shocked, when she looked through the face pillow’s opening, to discover a puddle of drool on her gleaming mahogany floor. Silently praying that he wouldn’t notice that, she lifted her head to look in his direction.

She was careful to keep her breasts pressed to the table, so that he wouldn’t catch a glimpse of them, but it turned out that she didn’t need to be. He was holding the sheet up for her modesty, and he was facing the other direction to give her the opportunity to roll over without her body being on display.

Not seeing another alternative, she rolled onto her back. She felt exposed, lying there with her breasts uncovered. Even if he hadn’t been turned away, the sheet that Hunter was holding aloft blocked her chest from his view. Still, it felt scandalous to be in such an intimate position with this stranger, who had been putting his hands all over her in such glorious ways.

The cool sheet felt delicious on her skin as it wafted down to cover her. Her senses felt alive and extremely sensitive. Once she was covered, Hunter turned around and gently tucked in the sheet.

He lifted her right arm and began working his personal brand of magic on it. Her lids felt heavy as she watched him focus on drawing the tension out of her. As his hands worked over hers, he said quietly, “Close your eyes.”

She wanted to continue watching him, but it felt as if he had hypnotized her into doing his will. Her eyelids fell shut as utter relaxation washed over her. All coherent thought left her mind. The only thing that registered in her brain was Hunter’s touch and how marvelous it felt.

The next thing she knew, she woke up feeling refreshed. Hunter was gone and so was her migraine. She slowly sat up, wishing that Hunter and his magical hands could do that to her every day. She let the sheet fall around her as she stretched her arms up towards her high ceiling. She didn’t remember having ever felt so wonderful––like a cat with a belly full of milk, stretched out in a ray of sunshine.

Her legs felt wobbly when she stood. Whatever that man had done to her had worked wonders on her body, she decided, grinning to herself.

He moved so unobtrusively that she felt him before she saw him. Her office door had quietly opened and Hunter was standing just inside the threshold gaping at her in her lacy underwear––and nothing else.

In the same amount of time as it took her to cover her full breasts with her hands, he averted his gaze to the floor.

“Get out!” she screeched as he said, “I’m so sorry.”