For God's sake and for whatever reason, Deasy could feel very clearly how Lucas' hand was constantly moving. Massaging starting at the nape of the neck, then slowly working your way down to the shoulders.

Deasy had never felt this comfortable before. Massage gently. So soulful and so earnest. Making the back of the body that had felt tense, slowly begin to relax and feel comfortable.

Actually, what Lucas gave was more than enough. But, somehow he seemed comfortable. It was a pleasure to receive the service that his subordinates gave. In fact, he seemed to feel at home for a long time and didn't want Lucas to stop his...