"Hey, wait a minute," Luke protested. "What about the excuse that you just need a massage? I'd be way more comfortable giving them to you if I didn't have to worry about Evan punching me out anyway." He dug his small circles in a little deeper, feeling her muscles move and release. "Well your girlfriends are stupid, then. You clearly need to do a massage line or something. That would solve everyone's problems."
He smiled at Natalie's response; he'd been pretty sure that she was going to say something along that line. "Ahh, top secret stuff. I got it. But would you kill me or would you just give me food poisoning? Not that I'd like to have either, mind you."