"You sound like you're ordering me around."
Jiang Xinghai, his back still to her, shrugged. "Miss Su, you don't actually think I'm some male masseur here for a job, do you?"
"And what if I do? Is there something wrong with being a male masseur here?"
A cunning glint appeared in Su Yanyun's eyes. "Think about it. As a male masseur, all your clients would be women. Aren't you secretly thrilled?"
"You've got it all wrong, Miss Su," Jiang Xinghai said, spreading his hands helplessly. "My actual feeling right now is a fire in my gut that's getting pretty uncomfortable. Forget being secretly thrilled—I can't even manage a smile if I wanted to."
"How about I help you with that?"
Su Yanyun suddenly sat up on the massage table. She slid off and wrapped her arms around Jiang Xinghai from behind.
Half her intention was to test Jiang Xinghai. The other half... was that she genuinely felt the stirring of desire, and it was becoming truly unbearable.
