CLUELESSNESS
ERIC's POV
Her eyes stilled at once the moment I used the last sentence. s**t! 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 toni
