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Just the thought of this man had my lady bits tingling.

Shaking my head, I flipped the lock, then opened the door and smiled at Carter.

“Hey, you ready?”

He winked, “Yep.”

I nodded. “Want anything to drink first?”

He shook his head, “Nah, thanks though.”

I nodded, then headed toward my guest bedroom, where I had a smaller setup compared to my office.

Carter knew the drill, so I turned my back and got the oil he had gotten for me heated up.

Then I got to work on his back with a deep tissue massage.

And at the first press of my hands, he moaned.

Thankfully, with his face buried in the padded cushion, he didn’t see me squeeze my thighs together.

I kept working on his back, even though I desperately wanted to work on something else with him.

Stop it, Harlee.

You’re a professional.

Act like it.

Once his massage was done, and he was able to get his clothes back on, I said, “If it starts to hurt, take a hot bath and some ibuprofen. Or take a hot shower, stretch your muscles out, and then take some ibuprofen.”

He nodded, then followed me into my kitchen, where I plated the mashed potatoes and the roast.

Sitting down at my kitchen table

***

“Mr. Olson scheduled another appointment with you. What do you want me to do?” Everly asked.

I sighed, then shuddered a breath.

Normally, I adored Mr. Olson.

But lately, like the last four months, he had been asking me to give him a happy ending.

Apparently, Mr. Olson and Mr. Alvarez thought some dirty thoughts about me.

I shivered at that.

“Schedule it, and please figure out a document that all clients have to sign about our practices and things we won’t do. If they refuse to sign, drop them as a client, and if they sign and disobey, drop them as well.”

She nodded, “Can do.”

I never thought I would have this problem, working in a small town, but I guess there are crazies out there.

It was two hours later, and I had met with four more clients; I needed a drink after this day.

I had just walked Justin Winston to Everly’s counter when he looked at me and said, “Thank you, Ms. Murray. Wanted to ask you something.”