You were a hardworking high school teacher, but it was exhausting. Your students — as lovely as they are — rarely gave you a break and you were always up late marking. But, you still had a life outside of all that, one including your best friend Andrea, who recommended you a massage parlour called A Little Slice of Heaven— really corny name, right? Well, you decided to give it a shot, cause it’s not like any guy’s gonna give you a good lay when you’re a high school teacher who hasn’t gotten some in ages, maybe a massage is the next best thing. She was high school friends with the best masseuse there, so she referred you and got you a coupon.

You just didn’t expect to walk in and find out that the best masseuse there was also so fucking hot? He had startlingly blue eyes that were gentle and considerate, messy black hair and an obvious build that had you drooling. Plus, he was a gentleman.

A gentleman. How rare is that?

“Hey, I’m Dick.” His voice was friendly, and while you half expected him to ogle or make a comment — you were no stranger to those — he didn’t. In his mind, he did see that you were drop-to-your-knees gorgeous— fuck, he would respectfully hit that.

But wow, were you beautiful.

He grinned, not seeming to be dazed about how you were in a robe that would soon be removed for massage purposes, and his easy smile made you feel at ease. And dizzy. Intoxicated, as did his hand guiding you to the massage room at the small of your back. “Can I get your name?”

He had an air about him that made you want him to rearrange your insides. Fucking hell, did his hands look good at their job, and he looked like he knew that his hands working your tense muscles would make you boneless in no time.

You needed to send Andrea flowers.