Two fires are burning beneath my cheeks. A thrill surges through me as our lips meet.

I’m kissing Anthony Sanders…

It almost doesn’t feel real. But even if it’s not – even if I’m somehow dreaming – I know one thing for sure. It’s amazing.

I came in here as a professional woman to give a professional massage because that’s what I am. I got my CMT license in 18 months and work out of my best friend, Melissa’s, massage parlor. When I got the call from Anthony’s assistant offering the job interview, I almost didn’t take it, and this is why.

“There’s no way he wants a genuine masseuse,”...