Ivy practically burst through Zack's office door, a gleeful smile threatening to split her face. Already burdened by the weight of his earlier encounter with Bella, Zack rolled his eyes in frustration.
"Why can't you knock on the door?" he grumbled.
Unfazed by his irritation, Ivy skipped closer, her mood buoyant after the call with her father. She sauntered right behind his chair and began kneading his shoulders.
"You must be tired," she cooed, not replying to his question. "A massage is just what you need."
"There is no need," he grunted, half-heartedly attempting to shrug her hands off.
Ivy, however, was not easily deterred. "Relax, Zack," she purred. "Just let the tension melt away." She continued her massage, her fingers working deftly to ease the tension in his muscles.
