Chapter 6 Do Me A Massage

Blue's POV

Danger. That's what my mind is saying. Lust and danger is very visible in Nicholas' eyes. My heart is racing and my palms are sweating. I don't want any more trouble with him, but I can't think properly. I want to avoid him because I know, from the very first time I saw him, I know, he's not good for me. He's affecting me in a silly way and I don't like it.

"You can feel it, right?" He asked dangerously. "You can feel the lust. I know."

I looked away, unable to withstand the tension in his eyes. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

He chuckled and sat beside me again. I was about to leave when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me. I landed on his lap, making me gasp. I put my trembling hands on his shoulder with an attempt of pushing myself up but he held my waist and pulled me closer to him.

I gasped at the intimate contact. I'm sitting on his lap and it's not making it easy for me. I feel like I'm burning. A sudden flame ignites within me and I can't stand the burning sensations.

I squeezed my eyes closed. Whether I'm excited or scared, I don't know. All I know is I can't withstand the tension. I can't. I can't be this close to him. I can't breathe properly. I can't think rationally.

"Where are you going?" He asked, whispering in my ear.

I opened my eyes and met his intense gaze. I immediately looked away. What should I say? How can I get away from this situation?

"I… I'll prepare our dinner," I answered, almost breathless.

He laughed sarcastically. "You think that will please me?"

I wanna cry in frustration. What does he want? My body. Why would he want my body on our first meeting? He must be insane.

"That's not what I want, woman. I can pay a thousand cooks to prepare my dinner," he said, smirking arrogantly.

He sniffed my neck, making me sucked my breath. I badly wanted to move away and save myself from the temptation but I couldn't move my body. He's also holding my waists, leaving me incapable of moving.

"Wha…What do you want then?" I gathered all my courage to ask.

"What do you think?" He asked, staring into my eyes.

I pressed my lips together. I don't know.

His eyes raked all over my body. Shocked, I crossed my arms against my chest, protecting my body. The corner of his lips rose as he cocked an eyebrow and looked at my eyes again. "You're covering your body but you're sitting on my lap. Woman, I can feel your butt."

My cheeks heated and I immediately rose from his lap. His playful smirk is still on his lips while watching me. My cheeks are burning and I can't find anything to say. This guy! He's… such a pervert!

"J-Just… Just tell me what you want. Please!" I said desperately.

He parted his legs and put his elbows on his knees as he looked up to me. "Head."

My gaze slowly went down to the bulge on his pants. I choked and my eyes widened. "Huh?" My cheeks heated even more. Head? What head?

His lips twitched again. "Give me a massage."

Massage. I swallowed hard. "Your… head?"

He nodded. "My head."

I gasped. Which head? Oh damn you, Blue! My breathing hitched as I chewed my bottom lip. I don't know why but I don't totally get him.

He rested his back on the couch and crossed his arms. His eyes never leave mine. "Give me a head…"

"Huh?" I panicked.

He chuckled sexily. "I'm not done yet, woman. Give me a head massage. What are you thinking?"

He's so complicated to talk to! I don't understand why he has to chop his sentences. He can say it all at once but he didn't. Instead, he chose to tease me. Was it because he can see that I'm tempted or because he's just naturally perverted?

He pointed his forefinger at me while I was frowning at him. "What's that expression? Are you pissing me off?"

I swallowed hard and immediately looked away. "No."

He nodded and shot an eyebrow up. "What are you waiting for? Massage me now. My head hurts."

I nodded and immediately went behind the sofa. He rested the back of his head on the head rest and squeezed his eyes closed. I put my fingers on his temple and started massaging him.

I can still feel the tension and awkwardness in me, but as I massaged him, my muscles magically relaxed. I can feel him relaxing too and I can't help but to stare at his handsome face.

His forehead that is always crumpled is now relaxed. His thick eyebrows, thick eyelashes and proud nose are eye-catching. And his lips… those red lips. I swallowed hard. That lips that once landed on my cheek.

I continued massaging him as silence reigned us. With the thought that he's already asleep, I stopped massaging him and stared at his face.

My eyes widened and I jumped in shock when he suddenly opened his eyes and stared into my eyes deeply. I sucked my breath and started massaging him again.

"I-I'm sorry. I thought you'd fallen asleep," I said, stammering.

"What's your name?" He asked using a calm tone and hoarse voice.

I froze and swallowed hard. "B-Blue. Blue Rivers."

His gaze didn't leave me. He remained staring at me on that position and it's not helping since I can clearly see how red and wet his parted lips are.

"How do you know my name?" He asked again. This time, his forehead is creased.

I cleared my throat and moved my fingers again, massaging his temple. "Your family is well-known in this country."

He didn't respond again. I noticed his forehead relaxing and then he closed his eyes again. I sucked my breath as my heart started calming down. His eyes are making me weak and nervous. I don't understand myself. Am I attracted to him already? That's too fast!