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you need to treat me like your physical therapist.”
    “I’m sorry, you’re totally right. It’s just that I find it so hard to be in the same room with you and not notice how good you look,” he said, smiling softly at me.
    “Well, thank you. But you’ll just have to find a way to do that,” I answered, trying to keep my cool when every one of his words made me want to rip my clothes off and have him touch me everywhere.
    “You don’t know how hard it is,” he said again, pulling me gently toward him so that we were almost embracing, right there in the middle of my office. If it weren’t for all the people around, I surely would have pushed him back on the table and climbed on top of him. As it was, we really had to restrain ourselves. I decided to change my tactic.
    “Listen,” I said, “you need to be good and do your exercises. If you don’t, you won’t be able to win your fight or perform other physical feats you might be interested in.”
    “I’m listening,” Hunter said, leaning back and watching me with a curious grin.
    “And if you’re good, and you do your exercises, maybe you’ll get what you want,” I whispered, leaning closer.
    “Is that a promise?” he asked, his voice husky.
    “Not quite,” I answered, backing away and grabbing an exercise band. “Here, work on your inversion and eversion strength, and then we’ll see about negotiating.”
    Hunter blinked at me for a minute, and then started his ankle exercises with a grin.
    “I don’t know if that’s how you motivate all your patients, but it sure is effective.”
    “I haven’t tried it with anyone else yet. Usually they do what I say without too much of a hassle.”
    “Well, that’s their first mistake.”

Chapter Seven
Hunter
    I was having a hard enough time keeping my cool before Anna started in with that whole naughty schoolteacher routine. Just looking at her in those tight black pants and tight T-shirt was enough to make my blood boil. And then, when she leaned up real close to me, pointing her tits right at me and speaking in that sultry voice, it was all I could do to stop myself from picking her up and tossing her on the table. I almost didn’t care that there was a room full of people, I wanted her so badly.
    But I liked playing this game with her. And if she wanted to play games, then I was going to play them even better. I’d make her wait for it until she begged. And when she begged, I’d make her wait some more.
    As we finished up the therapy session, I asked Anna if I could walk her home. 
    “Sure,” she said with a sweet smile.
    The weather was perfect. June in Los Angeles is pretty much as good as it gets. It’s not too hot. It’s dry. The sun is always shining. And there I was, walking through a beautiful neighborhood with the only girl I’ve ever loved. And it seemed like maybe, after all these years, she even still loved me back.
    I wasn’t sure I should, but I decided to reach over and take her hand. She didn’t let go, but smiled at me and squeezed my palm. After all that build-up in the therapy session, that was pretty much the only signal I needed. I stopped in the street and pulled her in toward me. Feeling her warm body pressed up against mine was almost indescribable. I hadn’t felt that good, that complete, in years. All it took was the feeling of her next to me. It felt so right.
    I reached up to her face, took her cheek in my hand, and looked deep into her eyes.
    “Do you feel it too?” I asked, quietly. Anna nodded.
    I leaned down to brush her lips with my own, not wanting to rush it too much. I wanted to savor every second before I got what I’d been waiting for for so long. And then, it happened. I pressed my mouth fully onto hers and tasted her sweet lips, and felt her body go slack in my arms. It felt great. Almost perfect.
    It would have been completely perfect, except for one thing nagging at me. Anna had been gone a long time, and although my feelings for her hadn’t