Chapter 77 Zachary can I have sex

The next day, Zachary was back to his normal bossy and slightly aloof self, the wry curl to his lips firmly back. The brimming anger of the previous day was nowhere to be seen. It was a mystery. Trish could never resist a mystery.

“I want a full-body massage,” Trish told him after she finished doing the exercises under Zachary’s supervision. “It’s been days and I’m sore.”

Zachary nodded and retrieved the massage oil from his bag. “Undress and get on your belly.”

Trish pulled her t-shirt off and shimmied out of her shorts. Half naked, she got onto the massage table. It was new, just like the brand new bed upstairs. Just like the assortment of “healthy” food in her fridge. It was pretty disturbing how Zachary had managed to change so many things in her life in such a short time.

Zachary threw a towel over Trish hips. That surprised her a little. Unless asked, the team physiotherapists didn’t bother preserving the players’ modesty—if such a thing even existed.