Chapter forty four

Dermot's pov

He pressed my spine as he went lower and lower to my waist, he was thorough in his massage and I could feel myself getting better and more relaxed. He did it for a couple of minutes before he motioned me to turn around.

I didn't know they massaged the front part of the body, I always assumed it was just the back.

"Why am I turning?" I asked him, confused.

I didn't know there was a new style to massaging these days.

"Because I need to massage the front too, don't worry I won't be touching your breasts." He said as he smirked, 

"I don't trust you," I smirked back.

He rolled his eyes at me, "turn around." He said firmly,

I did just that because I needed him to work his magic.

I laid like a robot because I wasn't wearing any panties and I didn't want him to get ideas in his head.