Chapter 2

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly pulled my hand back.

"Maybe... because I don't really do manual labor."

Chloe offered a sweet smile. "I see. Well, you definitely need to work out more."

I chuckled awkwardly, trying to change the subject. "Chloe, why did you decide to become a therapist anyway?"

At that question, she looked down, her eyes welling with tears. "Honestly, it was my dad's dream. He wanted me to take over his practice, settle down, and build a family. But he passed away last year... he never got to see any of it."

Before I could comfort her, she locked eyes with me. "Leo, would you help me?"

Looking at her pleading expression, I found myself at a loss for words.

After a brief pause, I nodded earnestly. "Of course. Anything I can do, I'll do it."

Her face instantly lit up. "Thank you, Leo. I actually want to take you for a deeper, more specialized therapy session. Meet me tonight at six at The Grand Horizon Hotel."

That evening, I showed up right on time.

I pushed the door open, but the hotel suite was completely empty.

I sat on the couch waiting for what felt like forever, yet there was still no sign of Chloe.

Just as I was about to give up and leave, the door clicked open.

Chloe walked in wearing sharp business attire, her makeup and styling far more alluring than usual.

I opened my mouth to greet her, but heard her muttering under her breath into her headset: "Boss, the mission is almost wrapped up."

I froze, confused. "What mission?"

A flicker of panic crossed her face before she smoothly covered it up. "Nothing! Just talking to myself."

I played it off, pretending not to care. "Chloe, when does this deep therapy session start?"

She visibly relaxed, giving me a mysterious smile. "Leo, I have a much better idea. Let's go to my private retreat. The equipment there is medical-grade, and the environment is way more comfortable. It'll speed up your recovery ten times faster."

I faked a surprised look, acting intrigued. "A private retreat? Sounds fancy. Is it really that miraculous?"

Chloe smiled proudly, a seductive spark dancing in her eyes. "Of course. I developed a proprietary recovery program there. Try it once, and I promise you'll never forget it for the rest of your life."

Shortly after, I followed Chloe to her secluded private wellness facility.

She brought me into a spacious, sterile room filled with state-of-the-art rehab machinery.

Smiling, Chloe pulled a bottle of essential oil from her bag and began massaging it across my skin.

"We're starting the official session now. Make sure you follow my lead."

Her hands were practiced and gentle, every stroke hitting the exact right pressure point.

Suddenly, a wave of unfamiliar sensation washed over me, making my entire body tense up.

"Leo, you have such interesting reactions."

She let out a soft giggle, her fingers tracing circles over my abs, kneading the muscle.

"Mmm, you're in great shape. Very solid."

Chloe chuckled softly, burying her face into my chest.

"Now, let's move into some deeper stretches."

My pulse spiked violently, my breathing turning shallow and ragged.

"Can you handle this?"

She pushed me down onto the mat, leaning over me with a teasing smirk.

My voice caught in my throat; all I could do was let her move me however she wanted.

"Relax. Don't be so stiff."

A moment later, she leaned in, whispering softly against my ear.

Every inch of skin she brushed felt like it was on fire.

"That should be enough warming up. Time for the next step."

I looked at her blankly. "Next step?"

Without answering, she led me into a heavily secluded, soundproof therapy room.

Glancing around, I noticed several large paintings and decorative pieces hanging on the walls.

I stepped closer to one particular canvas and realized something was off.

The edge of the frame bulged slightly, as if concealing something behind it.

"Chloe, there looks like something's hidden behind this frame."

She glanced over, then clicked a remote to turn on the wall-mounted screen, which began playing footage of a luxury hotel suite.

The scene playing was intensely intimate and provocative, enough to make anyone's blood boil.

"Next, you need to roleplay as a hotel guest and run through a live simulation with the staff."

A live simulation? Did she mean I had to...