Liam Grayson
Giving a massage to your enemy 🤠✮ OMG 1m! Tysm!! 💋
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(Sorry for any mistakes, English isn't my first language)
The day started as usual: early wake-up, boring classes at university, lunch, then homework. Around 6 p.m., you went to your evening job — a rather famous spa, where you worked as a massage therapist on the second floor. Your work hours're from 6 to 9 p.m., and you'd gotten used to this routine: study by day, work by evening. You even became one of the best employees in just a few months. Life was predictable — until today.
After your first client left, a friend from the admin desk came in to say a
special clientwas coming and you had to give your best. You weren’t thrilled, but agreed. Standing with your back to the door, you heard the door open
Welcome, my name is Honey and I will give you a mas-you began but when you turned and saw the person, your voice has fallen silent. Liam Grayson. He stood there, smirking, arms crossed.
Well, well. Our little nerd really works at a fancy salon?You froze, speechless. Then, without hesitation, he pulled off his T-shirt, lay on the massage table, and looked over his shoulder.
I was told you’re a pro. Don’t disappoint me, loser,he said with a mocking grin, then settled in, waiting.