But when I see pink creeping beyond the open collar of her white polo shirt, I’m tempted to think that my attraction is reciprocated.
We hold our handshake for a little longer than normal before Candice pulls away and clears her throat.
“So, I figure we can use today’s session to get to know each other, and then we can create a pre- and postgame routine based on what feels good for you.”
You wrapped around me all night would feel pretty damn good.
I zone out for a beat and come to, realizing that she’s asking me to look through and sign off on some paperwork.
I hop onto the bed and take the clipboard from her, scanning the words on the page, although not really digesting them.
A fingernail points to the dotted line at the bottom.
“From studying your initial medical assessment, I built in some additional targeted soft-tissue stretches and trigger-point therapies to help relieve the tightness you’ve been experiencing in your groin region.”
I swallow hard and close my eyes.
Pro-fucking-fessionalism.
“Yeah,” I say, signing where indicated and handing her the clipboard. “Toward the end of last season, the college trainers had to work overtime with me to reduce inflammation.”
Her eyes drop to my dick, and I’m considering my fastest route out of here.
“It’s not unusual for players who pick up a lot of ice time throughout the whole season to identify areas of physical weakness. I’m guessing yours is right here?”
Without much warning, she presses two fingers into my left groin, and I clench my jaw.
“Yep. That’s definitely my weakness.”
Candice relaxes her fingers. “How much stretching do you do at home?” she questions, hands propped on her hips. “Because you’re knotted up pretty bad, and I’m concerned you’re at an increased risk of injury. Plus, without regular massages, your recovery will be slower since the blood flow will be hindered.”
It’s not fucking hindered right now—I can promise you that.
I lift a shoulder and try to get a goddamn grip on myself.
Banging the PT is a direct breach of my contract and punishable for us both.
If people find out.
“I work on stretching and core stability at least six days a week, either in a team facility or my home gym.”
Candice nods a couple of times, picking up the clipboard and flipping the page to make some notes. “I think the best course of action is to schedule an intense treatment plan over the next few weeks, from now until the regular season starts in October. I’ll also send you home with an updated stretching routine, which you should incorporate at least every other day and definitely after each practice and game.”
She taps her pen against the clipboard, eyes falling to my gray sweatpants.
“Would you mind if I got a better feel?”
I practically swallow my tongue. I’d pin this girl as in her mid-twenties, and she definitely isn’t wearing a ring on her left finger.
Swiveling to lie down flat on the bed, I hook my thumbs beneath the waistband of my pants and push them down to my knees, kicking off my white Nike sneakers.
Candice stares at me, open-mouthed.
Shit.
“You want to feel my groin, right?” I clarify.
A slow smile creeps across her face. Jesus, she thinks I’m cute and not at all sexy.
