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Bodyworks. If she gave him a great massage , he’d be too relaxed to be angry with her when he paid her at the session’s end and recognized her. She hoped .
    “Mmm,” he mumbled. “That feels great.”
    T he sexy rasp of his voice made her belly flutter . Her massage was n’t in the least bit sexual , but she couldn’t help fee ling arousal at contact with his body. God, I am not getting turned on by this guy. He’s a lump of clay, something I can mold into healthy muscles.
    She continued to work on his back. Then she changed position to work on his legs, keeping the sheet in place over his firm, tight ass. Buttocks, not ass. Ass is sexy. Buttocks is professional. She felt like a mental patient at odds with herself. Not the best time for slutty Shelby to make an appearance.
    “I need to move the sheet so I can get to your legs . ” Even as she said it she hes itated, waiting for his assent, half hoping he’d insist he didn’t need any more of her time, half wishing he’d tell her to get rid of the sheet and hop on.
    “Go ahead,” he rumbled. “I’m half asleep as it is.”
    She lby gritted her teeth and moved the sheet. Then she worked on the muscles of his legs, moving over his quadriceps and calves. They were rock hard and incredibly sexy— firm, athletic . Not sexy. Clients were never sexy. Rule number one of massage.
    “Are you a runner?” she couldn’t help but ask.
    “Mmm, hmm . Every day I can.”
    “Your legs are very toned .” She worked a rough section of his quad s . Smoothing over the fascia, the connective tissue covering the muscle, she released a build-up of toxins in his body. He sighed , and she moved down toward his calves, then to his feet.
    He shifted a bit, and she stopped.
    “Does it tickle?”
    He mumbled a yes , and she grinned. Maybe she could torture him by tying him down and tickling his feet, demanding an apology for her ruined coffee . Or better yet, she could tie him up and blindfold him, then have her wicked way with him with none the wiser.
    Oh hell. H er sexual hiatus ha d come to a crashing halt. For some stupid reason , this jerk had jumped her libido but good. She hadn’t been able to ge t him out of her mind all day, and she ’d tried. Now, after touching him… S he glanced down at her nipples, horrified to see them through her shirt, standing at attention .
    S he’d blame her obvious arousal on the air conditioner if she had to. She might be able to ignore that, but the tingling between her legs and her racing pulse? Not so much.
    Why did Mr. Rude have to have the best ass she’d ever not seen, the sexiest legs she’d ever felt, and the smoothest skin she’d ever touched?
    She cl osed her eyes and breathed deeply, calling on every ounce of professionalism and neutrality she could muster. It really would n’t do to have her client catch her ogling his body . She c ould lose her license for less.
    Shelby opened her eyes and rei ned in her crazy impulses, determined to give him what he paid for. But she needed him to turn over to finish . Good God, she could all too easily imagine giving him a “happy ending” and turning into the cliché from hell.
    Let it go, woman. Finish the massage , then go find a man.
    “Okay Shane . Now I need you to turn over so I can do your front.” Ignore the innuendo. Ignore the innuendo.
    He visibly tensed, and she held her breath, praying.
     

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    Shane couldn’t believe how relaxed he felt, not to mention aroused. Denise hadn’t done one thing inappropriate or unseemly, yet the minute she’d walked back into the room he’d felt the nerve endings in his body shift to focus between his legs. His cock might well have been made of iron.
    Shit. S he wanted him to turn over? He opened his eyes and stared through the open pillow at the floor . God, had he ever been in a more embarrassing position? And his mother knew these people. Christ, he really needed to end this.
    “Uh, that’s okay. I