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see.” I can hear the smirk in his voice. My rolling tempo speeds up as I wait for him to lower the boom and call me on my no-longer-secret thoughts about him. “So you just worked on normal people, then?”
    Oh, thank God . “I guess you could say that.”
    “What, like old ladies who fell down or high school athletes who don’t know how to run right?”
    “Sure.”
    “And…why did you become a physical therapist?”
    So I could look at you naked. “It was what I wanted to do.”
    His body’s starting to respond to the rolling; I can feel the muscles going lax. He makes a soft snorting sound.
    “Well, this is a scintillating conversation. We could go on like this all night.”
    I don’t answer. I’m too impressed that he knows the word “scintillating.” I’m also entranced with the way his glutes move under the roller. Like waves on the ocean.
    “I mean…if you want to go on all night, I’m game.”
    Now I’m pretty sure he’s pushing the envelope to see if I’m paying attention.
    “It’s getting close to dinnertime. After we’re done with the massage, you can make me dinner, then later I can make you breakfast.”
    I swat him with the roller to let him know that yes, I am actually paying attention. “I told you— no inappropriate remarks .”
    “How is that inappropriate? If we talk all night, we’re going to need food.”
    I squash the little thrill that rises in my chest.
    “Right. I’m sure that’s exactly what you meant.” I push to my knees. “Get up. We need to set up for your massage.”
    He stands, and abruptly I’m kneeling at perfect blowjob level, staring right into the heart-covered fly of his boxers.
    Didn’t think that one through very well, did you, Chloe?
    I can see the bulge of his cock pressing against the fabric. Thank God he doesn’t have a boner this time. I scramble all the way to my feet and look him directly in the eye. His little smirk doesn’t escape me.
    “You’re such a bastard,” I tell him, my voice snippy.
    “I still don’t understand why you’re pissed. I’ve been nothing but polite.” He sounds vaguely offended, but it’s not very convincing. Especially since he’s still smirking.
    “Fine. Where do we do your massage?” I can’t help it—my gaze flicks toward the stairs. I grit my teeth, utterly infuriated with myself.
    He blinks slowly, like he’s being sultry, and I know he’s registered all the possible opportunities to hit me with more innuendo. “In the massage room. Where else?”
    “The massage room. Of course.” He has a massage room? I grab my bag and make an attempt to clarify my glance toward the stairs. “Are you having trouble with those stairs?”
    He shrugs. “Not really. I have an elevator.”
    My eyes widen. “You have an elevator?”
    He makes another shrugging motion, this time like he doesn’t want to discuss it anymore. “For guests. In case they can’t manage the stairs.” He turns and heads back down the hallway. I follow.
    He’s not using the crutches. I consider telling him to come back and get them, but he’s walking more or less okay, and it’s probably good for him to keep things loose.
    His ass cheeks clench in his heart-patterned boxers as he walks in front of me. I’m still trembling from the almost-glimpse of his cock and how the hard, tanned muscles felt as they glided under my palms. I pause for a moment, willing my heart to slow down. How am I going to handle him alone when I’m all worked up like this?
    Austin opens a door across the hall from the workout room and leads the way in. I follow him, take a sweeping glance at the room, and my jaw drops a little.
    It’s done up like a massage room at a high-class day spa. A shelf on one wall holds a variety of small vials of oils and an mp3 player on a speaker stand. Along the other walls are shelves with candles. They’re all lit, and at first I think that’s quite the fire hazard, then I realize they’re not real candles. They’re the