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and a half, maybe two inches shorter than me, which made him about 5’8”! Hell, I was on an easy six feet in heels. Maybe I’d give them a rest for a while.
    Jackie came up to me at the copy machine. “Have you been noticing how good-looking Tony’s been getting lately? I mean he was handsome before but now he’s VAVOOM!”
     
    I laughed, uncomfortable. I knew Tony liked black women…and obviously his Asian girlfriend. But would he ever go out with someone like Jackie? She was the whitest woman in the world.
     
    “You’re friends with him do you know if he’s seeing anyone?”
     
    “Uh, well I’ve seen a woman driving his car.”
     
    “Really? The Jag? It must be serious.” Jackie went back to her copying and I realized that I was jealouse.
     
    TONY
    Playing basketball with the fellas was the first time I got out of my funk in weeks, especially when I went up for a lay-up and my elbow went down hard on Dean’s head.
     
    “Oh my bad, man.” I said casually. He was hip to me and I didn’t get to jack his nuts with my knee. But still it was a good day.
     
    NIKKI
    Dean has been blowing up my phone. I don’t know why he’s been pressing me after 3 weeks of mediocre sex. Most times I won’t even answer the phone, and the one time I did he ended up saying, “So you want to break up with me?”
     
    “Fool, we weren’t together in the first place!”
     
    “You fucking T-baby?” I slammed the phone on him. Crazy, stalking, mutha-fucka! From being stressed my neck and shoulders were in knots.
    In my office I crossed my arms and rubbed my neck, eyes closed in concentration.
     
    “What’s wrong?” Tony was frowning at me. I jumped and he held up his hands. “Sorry your door was opened.”
     
    I sighed and relaxed. “Stressed out.”
     
    Tony put my cases on my desk. “Over what?”
     
    “Tony.” I admitted. “Dean has been stalking me.”
     
    “What?!” His eyes narrowed.
     
    “I haven’t seen him in weeks. But he won’t stop calling me. Truth be known, I didn’t even think that he was all that into me in the first place —but since I was the one who put on the breaks it’s like his ego can’t take it.”
    Tony stared at me intently his fist clenching and unclenching. Finally he took in a shaky voice. He smiled at me. “I’m sure it’ll be okay. Dean is a nut but he’s not completely crazy.”
     
    He gestured to my shoulders. “May I?” I shrugged and immediately winced at the movement.
     
    “Sure.”
     
    He moved behind me and gently rubbed my neck and shoulders. My eyes closed again, this was heaven. Abruptly he stopped. I tried to glance at him over my shoulder but my tight muscles stopped me.
     
    He sighed. “I’m a licensed massage therapist.”  I gave him an open mouthed look but he just held up his hand.  “I know, I’m a jack of all trades.  Look Nikki, you’re wound too tight. I can get you loosened up no problem but it would take longer than two minutes in your office. 
     
    “What I’ll do is come over to your place tonight after work. And then I’ll rub the kinks out of your neck and back.” He said it so matter-of-factly that I just nodded my head, stunned. He
    left the office closing the door after him. Now that was strange; my supervisor coming to my house to give me a massage. But Tony is more than that; he’s my friend and he happens to have a girlfriend so I guess I was cool with it. Although deep down…I’ll admit to having a jitter of excitement at the thought of Tony touching me.
    After work I was nervous. I showered and changed into sweats, then shorts, and then finally a t-shirt and khakis I mean, what does one wear when getting a massage by ones supervisor/friend?
     
    When the doorbell rang I hurried to answer. He was holding a small bottle of massage oil.
     
    “Hey,” He said after walking in and admiring my home.  “Nice.” It was the first time he’d been inside. I have modest apartment which I’ve turned upscale with