Chapter 3

I cried out James' name and struggled to turn to look at him. That was when I saw him holding a Q-tip as he gently collected a sample.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Don't be nervous, Ms. Grant. I'm only collecting a sample," he said.

When I heard his gentle tone and saw how professional he was being, I knew I'd thought too much. I hurriedly shut my eyes and mocked myself. How could I have felt a Q-tip was a…

After checking and assuring me that I was fine, James set a treatment plan for me. "You only need to come every Sunday, Ms. Grant. In three months, you'll have a whole new life experience."

After that, he smiled at me and tapped my head dotingly.

…

Since the massage that day, I couldn't stop thinking about James. I didn't even know why. Even at work, his voice would reverberate in my mind.

In my dreams, I would see him slowly taking off his white coat as he approached me. Then, his warm hands would roam all over my body, and his minty scent would make my head spin. His deep voice woul