Fitzgerald Grant was a very handsome man. He definitely could get into a ladies panties just by looking at them and yet he was very cautious when it came to women.

He's had a few relationships over the the years. Only two of them had been long term. Unfortunately he just couldn't find the one.

At 40 years old his parents still drilled him about getting married and giving them some grandbabies.

As if his younger sister hadn't already blessed them with two granddaughters.

Fitz was a landscape architect. A love passed down to him from his father.

When he finished school he went on to obtain his degree then straight after he joined his father's landscaping business.

Fitz was very eager to learn from his father and every opportunity his father gave him to do solo projects, he appreciated immensely.

Today Fitz is highly recommended in his field of expertise. Some say he's even better than his old man ever was.

What makes him unique is his creativity. His attention to detail.

He could make people's vision come to life and make it look so easy. Turning an average backyard into one that could easily feature in any garden magazine.

It's been almost two years now since his last serious relationship. His mindset now was to get back out there and find the right woman. The one he wants to marry and have babies with.

He doesn't have a specific type but he wants someone who will squeeze the air from his lungs just by one look.

Fitz parked his truck outside of his parents house then went around to open the passenger door for his best friend, Booger. A German Shepherd.

Together the duo walked up the pathway to the front door.

"Hey." He greeted no one in particular until he heard his mother Helen's voice from the kitchen, so he headed that way.

"Do you really have to go everywhere with that dog?"

"Hello mother, nice to see you too."

"Hi son, but seriously, you have a lovely big backyard. Leave him there for once."

"He's my travel buddy. Damn it smells amazing in here. Hey where's dad?"

"On the golf course oh and I made muffins."

"I should've known. The only time he switches his phone off is when he's on the golf course."

Helen placed a blueberry muffin in front of Fitz. "Here you go."

"You're the best. Do I get to take some home with me?" He gave her his best schoolboy grin and she caved.

"Okay. I'd rather give them to you anyway. I'm done spoiling that husband of mine." Helen said sitting across from her son while he enjoys his muffin.

"What did the old man do now?" Fitz asked chewing tastefully.

"He complained about his back the other day so I went ahead and made an appointment for him at Serenity Day Spa, for a back massage. I love that spa, I go there quite often..but now he ran off with his buddies and he's appointment is an hour away."

"Ma, you know dad's not really into all that pampering."

"It's not pampering. The massage would've brought some relief for all those muscle knots."

"So now you're mad at him?"

"Yes because I've already paid for the treatment in advance."

Fitz gave his mother an apologetic look. "That's a bummer."

An idea popped into Helen's head. "Hey, why don't you go."

"Me? Why would I go for a massage?"

"Oh come on. It's lovely and very relaxing. You'll enjoy it, trust me."

"I've never even stepped foot inside of a spa before."

"Well see it as a treat. From me to you."

IIt's not like he had any other plans for the duration of the day. So he shrugged and accepted his mother's token of generosity.

"Alright. Wait, is my back gonna get wringed by a guy twice my size?"

"No Fitzgerald." Helen laughed. "This spa is an all female staff. They are honestly so good and super friendly. Those girls may be many years younger than me but when I'm there for whatever treatment, they treat me like one of their friends. It's a nice environment."

"Okay. I'll check it out. Is it okay if I leave Booger here with you?"

"Sure. I'll give him a pair of your father's golf shoes to nibble on."

"Mom no. Besides, I'm sure dad will make it up to you."

"He damn well better."

Fitz got up, dispatched his plate in the sink and hugged his mother goodbye.

"See you later. Bye Booger."

"Don't go in there being all cranky, please." Helen said on his way out.

Fitz arrived at Serenity Day Spa and felt so out of place.

The sound of a waterfall met him by the entrance.

He was actually surprised to see other men waiting on their appointments.

The receptionist gave him a warm welcoming smile as he neared the front desk.

The introduction she gave him was just as warm.

"And you say you have a scheduled appointment?" She continued to speak.

"Uh yes. My surname's Grant."

"Ah, here it is."

The receptionist gave him instructions and directions which led him to a private spa room with jazzy atmospheric music.

He met his message therapist, a lovely blonde named Anna, and went to change out of his clothes.

Upon his arrival back into the room, he got situated on the message bed, face down.

Fitz was enjoying the tranquillity in the room.

The masseuse excused herself for a moment just before they started.

Outside the spa room. . .

"Anna, your sister called. Your mom's in the hospital. If you must, take the rest of the week off. And don't worry about your current client, I'll take over."

A tearful Anna just nodded and left. Thankful for her boss's understanding.

Olivia entered the room to find a well built man lying face down. Waiting on his massage.

"Sorry for the delay." She spoke quietly as her hands begin to massage the oil into his back.

She hasn't done this in a while.

Olivia was quite good. She started as a massage therapist and from there she went on to open her own spa.

It didn't pop off immediately. Her staff were initially all interns but together they grew.

She had to start small but gradually people started raving about the service and quality of treatments. So much so that she had to expand her little spa into what it is now.

Her client list exploded and she couldn't be any more proud of herself.

31 and peaking in her career is definitely something to smile about.

She could feel the man's body shift at the change of voice.

"Anna had an emergency. Unfortunately she had to leave so I'll be at your service today."

Fitz thought 'oh okay' and closed his eyes for what were to come.

Fitz was taken to heaven.

Fitz wasn't expecting much from this little session, but once the massage therapist's hands started delving into all the right spots on his back he couldn't stop himself from releasing an audible moan.

'Whoever this lady is, she is doing the damn thing.' He thought.

Her touch made him feel relaxed as she pressed into his pressure points.

By the end of the most amazing experience he's ever had, Fitz was actually asleep and Liv had to wake him up.

"Sir?.."

There was no response from him so she tried again. "Mr. Grant?"

Still nothing.

Olivia looked around the room and her eyes fell on the small table with refreshments.

So from the ice bucket she retrieved a single ice cube and rubbed it on the back of his neck.

Fitz jerked awake. Quickly flipping his upper body around to come face to face with a vision.

Blinking furiously, he thought he was dreaming.

An actual goddess was staring back at him.

"Hi." The goddess spoke in the most angelic voice he's ever heard.

"Wow." Liv mumbled under her breath. He had the most beautiful eyes she's ever seen on a man. And that face? Gosh she was taken but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate his gorgeous face.

"Seems like you really needed that massage." She said jokingly. Her smile almost took him out.

"Mr Grant are you okay?"

He was simply staring at her the entire time and Liv was thinking something might actually be wrong.

"Uh..yeah, yeah. I'm uh, I'm great." He stuttered. "Sorry, I didn't realise just how much my body needed that. You're really good by the way. Wow." He sat up.

"Do you often treat yourself to a massage?" Liv asked casually.

"No. Not at all. I've never thought I needed it."

A playful smirk played across Olivia lips. "So I was your first? Good to know. I'm glad I was able to leave such an impression on you as well."

For some reason she found it easy to joke with him. A total stranger.

Fitz wasn't one to blush but his ears might've felt a little fiery in that moment.

"You were definitely my first. Do you often put your clients to sleep?"

"It had happened before believe it or not. It's nothing to be embarrassed about though. Sorry for waking you up like that bu the way, but you were dead to the world."

"Eh, that's okay. Did you lose your name tag?" He was pretty sure he saw all the other girls walk around with name tags when he arrived there earlier.

"Oh.." She looked down at her chest. "I guess I did."

She never wore a name tag. She was the boss after all.

"And your uniform?" He noticed she was wearing a black skinny jean and a white blouse.

"Uh, I just got here and with Anna's emergency I couldn't leave you, the client, waiting."

"Won't that get you in trouble? Not wearing a uniform or at least a name tag."

"Only if you bring it up with the manager."

"I won't." He replied quickly and for that he received a friendly smile.

"Have a good day Mr. Grant."

"You too...sorry but am I allowed to ask your name?"

"Olivia." She smiled, walking to the door.

"Olivia. I think you added a few years to my life today Olivia." He joked.

Olivia chuckled at his humour. "You should treat yourself more often Mr. Grant." She responded and made her exit.

"Wow." Fitz mouthed after she left.

xxx

"I'm going back. I have to go back."

"I told you they were good." Helen said taking a seat on the couch next to Fitz who was still floating.

The difference in his body was amazing.

"Wow! I'm not even joking when I say that that was a life changing moment. The way her hands worked every single muscle in my back? I can't.. It was so relaxing and by the end of the massage she had to wake me up."

"Fitzgerald you fell asleep!?"

"I couldn't help it. I've never felt so calm and relaxed."

"If I knew you'd enjoy it this much I would've sent you long ago. Anna is good. It's why I asked for her."

A smile creeped onto his face.

"What's with the smile?"

"Nothing. Anna didn't give me the massage though, she was called out and someone else replaced her."

"Who?"

"Olivia."

Helen frowned. "Olivia?"

"Yes."

"I've never met an Olivia. She must be new."

They actually have met before but Olivia was introduced to her as Ms. Pope.

"I wouldn't know but what I do know is that she's insanely skillful and very beautiful as well."

"Ohh so that's why you enjoyed it so much. You were busy checking out Olivia."

Michael, Fitz's father, decided to join them. "Who's Olivia?" He asked looking between his wife and son.

"You would've known had you not ran away to avoid your spa appointment."

"Helen, will you just get over it already?"

"Oh sure. Gladly. Next time you complain about a backache, go do it on the golf course because I won't be paying you any mind."

Fitz stood up and laughed. "Where's my dog? We're leaving before I get pulled into this and I'm not about to pick sides."

The entire ride home Fitz kept thinking about Olivia.

The snapshot of her face stored in his brain kept popping up.

He thought about making another spa appointment sometime soon but he didn't want to raise any suspicions.

Fitz decided he would wait a few weeks before he went back. Hopefully it worked out for him and he'll get to see her again.