Chapter 46. Cluelessness

ERIC's POV

Her eyes stilled at once the moment I used the last sentence. Shit! She wasn't comfortable with that. Go slow, Eric, don't make it seem as though you're forcing her.

"It's fine, I'll go to the spa and get a massage," I told her. "Go to bed, it's late," I said, patted her head, and got up. I started for the door, but just when I was about to grab the handle, her voice came.

"Who'd do it?"

I paused and turned to her. She had her eyes pinned to the bed as she asked. "Will a woman do the massage?"

'What?' I thought to myself, is that jealousy I hear in her voice? "Of course, women massage better than men do. Especially the masseuses here in Paris. They are really good and have a suitable touch to the body. I should be fine by morning if I get the massage done tonight." Saying all these just to make her jealous was childish, but I couldn't help it. It felt so good knowing that she felt protective of me toward other women. She continued tugging on