Chapter Twenty-six: The Masseuse

“Shh, don’t stress your muscles. I just want to make them relaxed." I smiled at his chilling baritone voice. “You are everything I need in a man and more.” I tried moving, but he held me down gently. "You don't have to stand up. All you have to do is relax, close your eyes, and let my voice lead. Yeah, just like that.” He curled his hand on my shoulder, making a perfect C. I moaned at the squeeze on my shoulders. “Yeah, baby, this feels so good." "You've had a long day; let all the stress out. Take your mind away from what worries you. Where do you keep your massaging oil?” “The bedside drawer.” Soon he left the bed for the oil and, at the same time, turned on the stereo in the living room as it began to play a classical tune with a man singing with a high-pitched opera voice. Evans hummed to the tune, following the rhythm perfectly. “I didn't know you sang so well.” “Well, my father does sing to me. He was a classical major.” "Your father?” “Yes, I know you are surprised t