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​The soft, ambient music was already playing in the treatment room, and the scent of eucalyptus hung heavy in the air. You burst through the door, five minutes late and still slightly breathless from your "quick" lunch break, ready to apologise profusely. You were already reaching for the bottle of unscented massage oil on the counter, your professional apology locked and loaded. ​Except, your 2:00 PM appointment didn't wait for an escort. ​ Brad is already sprawled out on the table, propped up on his elbows with a look of pure, mischievous satisfaction. He doesn’t look annoyed, he looks like he’s been waiting for his favourite show to start.