[C: That is no better! Right now, my girlfriend has her bewitching and irresistible body under her hands. Just a towel separates the two of you. How do you know that she is not thinking about what she would like to do to you… I certainly wouldn't be able to hold my thoughts at bay.]

  Katherine shuddered at the thought. Instantly, the pressure on her back reduced.

  "Is my pressure too much? Does it hurt?" the masseuse asked, concerned. Katherine shook her head, commenting that she felt slightly chilly all of a sudden. The masseuse, being very understanding, raised the temperature of the room a little.

  'Angel, the heat is not the problem. My perverted boyfriend just put a worrying image in my head that I can't shake off.'

  [K: Have some faith in your mother. She would never send me to such a place. Moreover, this woman is a professional. Nothing like you.] She wanted to huff and puff, complain that he had planted a bad thought in her head.

  [C: Indeed, I am a wannabe masseuse. But only for you. Also, your body is irresistible. However professional this woman may be…]

  The worst part about that text was how he had balanced the wicked and the sweet. He had flirted with her abundantly and scared her into double guessing herself at the same time.

  [K: Thank you for your attempt at flattery. I am not enjoying my massage anymore. I'm so stiff that I'd make lovely whipped cream.]

  Suddenly, she was hoping that her hands didn't wonder. The rational part of her mind knew that it wasn't possible but she had been scared by the horrid man. Now she had to deal with the consequence of wanting to play with Cage. How did she never get an upper hand with that man? That was so unfair.

  Thankfully, the woman was staying away from the towel.

  "Ma'am, please relax. You'll undo all the relaxing…" the masseuse commented on the passing. Katherine heaved a sigh of relief, commending the woman for understanding her worries.

  [C: Checkmate. You shouldn't have teased me.]

  Point taken.

  [K: I might have started it, but you almost ruined my day out! You must pay me back for this injustice.]

  Katherine pouted into the table as she started to work on the calves.

  [C: Just enjoy. I promise you give you a massage when I come back, okay?]

  Katherine felt her lips curve up into a small smile. That did sound like a good offer.

  [K: I like the sound of that. How about this, you can be my private masseuse for the rest of our lives. How does that sound for a deal?] She stifled her laughter, grabbing the attention of the masseuse yet again.

  "Everything okay?" she asked. Katherine nodded, reassuring her it was fine.

  "My boyfriend is being silly. Don't mind me," she reported.

  "I'm glad you're loosening up." Katherine looked over her shoulder to see the woman smiling. She turned back when her phone buzzed with an incoming message.

  [C: Be very scared of my wandering hands. Unlike a professional, I enjoy sliding my hands where they shouldn't be. You'd allow it, wouldn't you?]

  'Always,' she thought. Her stomach tightened with need and she realized that the conversation was too inappropriate when she was practically n.a.k.e.d in front of another person. Moreover, if she got wet, it would be too embarrassing.

  She settled for continuing the torture.

  [K: In my opinion, I won't be clenching and sweating because of your wandering hands. Or, should I say… the clenching and sweating will only give me pleasure and leave me relaxed and feeling wonderful. You are innovative when it comes to making me feel wonderful.]

  Clenching around him… in all ways possible. That was the best kind of clenching as far as she was concerned.

  [C: Prepare to clench until you can't walk anymore. I'll make sure you are so relaxed that you can't remember what it feels like to have weary muscles.]

  A few moments later, another message came in.

  [C: I can't believe we are sending such provocative messages to one another when a woman has her hands all over your n.a.k.e.d and oil slick body. What has the world come to?]

  He couldn't blame her for having an overactive mind. When he was making such promises, it was a given that she would be left hot and bothered.

  [K: If I am not sore by the time you are done, you are definitely doing something wrong. Making me unable to walk and leaving me completely relaxed are two opposite states of being!]

  Exclamation point for how audacious his claims were.

  [C: There are two states of being. F.u.c.k.i.n.g you until you are so sore you walk bow legged. Making you come so many times that you forget how to walk because your legs feel like jello. I can make both happen. Different days. Why don't you try both and see which one you like better?]

  The masseuse switched legs. It felt amazing. Massages were great, but s.e.x.u.a.l massages even better. She would have to wait for a couple of weeks before the latter to come to fruition.

  [K: I'll have a taste of both and leave truthful reviews. Don't even think about bribing me. And no, this service is only available to me. I'm enjoying my massage now. The thought of your hand did that. Be honored.]

  She sounded so petulant that she wanted to slap her own head. How was she was shamelessly clingy? Good thing he liked it. Otherwise, he would be running away before she could utter the next word.

  The masseuse informed her that the massage was almost done and that the next thing on the itinerary would begin in the next room.

  [K: Off to the next event. It might not feel as good as your hands, but I'll be sure to enjoy it. Talk to you in a bit. Love you.]

  As the finishing strokes were made, Cage's reply came in.