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strawberry-blonde hair brushed against my skin as she leaned over to start really massaging my side, sending a rippling, relaxing sensation down my laterals, my eyes flitted her way again.
     
                  This time, they fell on her breasts. A slight stirring between my legs told me I liked what I saw.
     
                  For the pencil-necked university grad I was expecting, I’ve gotta say, I could have asked for worse people to have to look at for the next few weeks.
     
                  I smiled a little at the thought just in time for Gemma to glance up at me and raise an eyebrow. “See? Not so bad as you thought, is it?” I realized she was talking about the therapy, but I wasn’t going to let that line go to waste.
     
                  “I was wondering if you were thinking the same thing,” I shot back with a cocky grin, and her smile dropped. The next moment, I bit back a wince as she pressed her thumb into a spot on my underarm that tugged at a muscle that had been giving me some of the worst problems from the first day.
     
                  “I’m going to work on your hips now,” she went on, her professional defenses back up, and I chuckle.
     
                  “What’s the matter, Gemma? You work on bodies for a living, I figured you’d appreciate good ones when you get the chance to work on them.”
     
                  “I do appreciate good bodies, when I have the chance to work with them,” she shot back without missing a beat, and I felt a little put off by the remark, grunting as I looked back at the ceiling.
     
                  “Relax your leg, I’m going to be moving it around to get some of the fluids in your hip back into action, so to speak,” she instructed me as she picked up my leg a little, her back to me.
     
                  As if on instinct, my eyes drift to her ass as I feel her swivel my leg around, moving my leg around in my hip socket without any effort on my part. Her pants were tight-fitting, and before I realized it, something was stiffening between my legs as my mind drifted to imagining what she looked like without them on as her soft, gentle grip manipulated my leg.
     
                  As she backed up to draw my leg up just a little, I noticed her eyes flit to the remarkably large bulge between my legs. She might have ignored it, trying to stay professional, but I didn’t have such reservations.
     
                  “What, see another leg you’d like to work on after the left one?” I asked with a cocky smile, and as she moved, I reached my hand up and let her ass back straight into it.
     
                  What happened following the indignant gasp she let out made me regret even getting up that morning.
     
                  With her hand on a point at my hip, she pulled my leg outward, and my whole left side felt like I was experiencing the most intense cramp of my life. I let out a sharp, loud cry as I felt almost as much pain as I did when I collapsed on the fighting ring floor a few days ago, and I jerked my hand back, clenching my teeth to get a grip on the intense pain surging through me.
     
                  “Shit, what the fuck! ” I grunted through my teeth as Gemma stepped away from me, picking up her clipboard and writing something down. Her posture was stiffer than ever and her lips were tight, but I could see her face was red as a beet in embarrassment.
     
                  After she finished writing, she clicked her pen and looked at me with the most icy stare I’d seen from her yet. “I believe we are finished for today, Mr. Montoya.”
     
                  “Hang on—”
     
                  “Good day,” she cut me off, picking up her bag and making a beeline for the door. As she pushed it open and let it slam shut behind her, I let my head