33. BASTARD

For a God sake, and for whatever it's worth, Deasy could feel quite vividly how Lucas's hands continued to move. Massaging from the neck, then slowly descending to the shoulders.

Deasy had never felt this comfortable before. Massaged with gentleness. Full of feeling and so earnest. Making her previously tense back slowly relax and feel comfortable.

Actually, what Lucas provided was already more than enough. But, for some reason, she seemed to be enjoying it. Very pleased to receive the service her subordinate was offering. In fact, she appeared quite content to linger and didn't want Lucas to stop his hand movements.

"So, how is it, Ma'am? My massage really feels good, right?"

Deasy sighed. She was so lazy when she was enjoying herself like this, and now she was being asked to entertain Lucas's chatter.

"Enough, Luc. No need to ask so many questions. Just focus on the massage. I need a massage, not to listen to your pointless chattering."

"Well, who knows, maybe my massage isn't good.