A Broken Love With The Mafia

ven hearing yourself? A CEO who gives his employees personal massages? That sounds like s

g? Jess, there's a hot CEO in this building who cares enough about his f

lly, I'm just not interested, that's

ing that maybe a little massage from someone who knows what they're doing could, I don't know, reignite your desire t

sound right now? It's Monday morning, and you're suggesting I go half-naked in fr

eavenly Touch' around here. Apparently, he has magic hands, and I've heard from a few of the ladies who've tried it out that his massages are... well, lif

yebrow, the hint of a blush creep

a dramatic tone, "he's got a rule: no strings attached. It's strictly one massage per person. He says th

rised. "So, he just tells peop

rowing her hands up. "Some of the ladies have tried dropping hints about wanting another

ng my head as I take this all in. "What's the point of this, t

uess. He gives one incredible massage, they get their stress relief, and he moves on to the next p

igued. "Sounds like he's got a big ego, if you ask me. I'm sure his s

king about it," Shelly insists, her eyes wide. "It's like he knows every pressure point, every knot. They all came back say

inced. "It just seems

s your chance! I'm not saying fall in love with the guy, but at least try something new. Y

, I'm fine. I don't need 'Mr. Heavenly Touc

onestly, Jess, if this guy is as good as they say," she says, a teasing smile on