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He wasn’t so sure about that, as he’d never had one before. Never wanted one before either.

If it was his mother who gave it to him, he might not use it. But since it came from his kids and they’d been on his case to use the gift, he had to. They’d feel bad and he didn’t want that to happen.

It’d been Tiffani’s idea and she’d been a little clingy lately. Since Tiffani had gotten a pedicure at the same place, his daughter wanted that bond and he would give it to her.

He’d been very clear he wasn’t getting a pedicure with her though.

Though he had to admit it did always feel great when he’d been with a woman and they rubbed his shoulders.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes, Dane Grey. I’ve got an appointment for a ninety-minute massage. I’m not sure with who.”

“Is this your first time here?” the young woman asked.

“It is,” he said. “I was given a gift card.”

“We’ll take that when you’re done. I’m glad someone thought to gift it to you.”

“It’s from my kids,” he said.

“Even sweeter. If you can fill out a few things first.”

He took the tablet out of her hand and set it on the counter. Entered in some information and handed it back.

“I’m not too early, am I?”

He had twenty minutes but came right from work. It was easier and on the way rather than driving home.

“Not at all. We like it when the clients are early. Let me show you to our waiting room and someone will come get you when they are ready.”

“Thanks,” he said and followed her to a room off to the side.

The building was big. It was nicely decorated. Not overly feminine or frilly. He was afraid he was going to stand out like a green monster when he walked in.

And though he heard voices, he didn’t see many. While he was waiting, one man did leave and it made him feel a little better.

“Dane?”

He looked up and saw the tall woman standing there.

She was dressed all in black, her hair pulled back, a smile on her face. She looked young and thin. Not strongenough to be giving him a ninety-minute massage so it had to be someone else.

“Yes,” he said, standing up. At six feet two inches, he wasn’t towering over her as much as he normally did to women. He’d say she was about five foot eight or so.

“I’m Sloane. I’ll be your massage therapist today. I hear this is your first time.”

“It is,” he said. Damn, how was he going to control his body knowing she’d have her hands on him?

He gulped and told himself to get over it.

He was a doctor and saw naked bodies all the time in med school. Not so much now, but it was just a body part she’d be touching at a time and he was positive Sloane felt the same way.

“I can walk you through it if you’d like,” she said.

“I should be okay,” he said. “I hope.”

She laughed. “I’m here to answer any questions.” They stopped at the door and he walked in, saw the bed in the center with the white sheets. The room was nice and warm. Not so warm that he’d be sweating but not cold that he’d be shivering either with the air conditioning on.

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