Page 43 of Glamour & Gumballs

That bastard was there for the Society, not for me.

Breakfast was fine. The food was amazing, and I once again ate enough to make myself sick.

Rhett’s eyes were on me the whole time, but he didn’t try to start a conversation, so I didn’t either.

After we were done, they led us to the massage room. One of the three tables had been removed, so there was just one for each of us. One male therapist, and one female, too.

Both looked friendly, and were attractive for humans.

Though some part of me immediately wanted to take the table in front of the woman so she wouldn’t have her hands on Rhett’s skin, I had a role to play.

So, I strode right over to the guy’s table and flashed him a smile.

He returned it.

There was a growl a few feet away, but I didn’t look over. Pushing him to make up his mind was kind of the point.

The humans excused themselves so we could undress, and I finally let myself look over at Rhett.

His eyes were narrowed. “No, Erin.”

My body warmed.

I fought a smile of triumph and lifted an eyebrow. “He’s human, Rhett. He’s not even competing.”

“I don’t give a fuck who he is. The only man who puts his hands on you is me.”

“Fine.” I untied my robe and slid it off my shoulders.

His eyes ran slowly over my figure, his chest rumbling low.

The sound was almost appreciative.

I half expected him to hand me the underwear and order me to put them back on, but he didn’t.

So, I slipped beneath the sheet on the table.

He strode to my side and pulled it up higher, until it covered my shoulders entirely.

“You know she’s going to move it around during the massage,” I said.

“I know.” The words were nearly another growl.

But instead of fighting it, he stripped his pants off and walked to his own table, erection still jutting out. It almost looked painful.

“Are your balls blue yet?”

“You have no idea.” He grunted as he settled on the table face-down. His wings and horns were long gone, but he was still a little too big for the table. “Knowing you’re naked beneath a sheet isn’t going to help a damn thing.”

“I can start fantasizing again too, if you want,” I teased.

I wouldn’t really.

As much as I wanted to wreak havoc, I didn’t want to make the humans uncomfortable. I knew that feeling far too much to wish it on them. We were powerless compared to the fae.

Or they were, I supposed.

I had a whole island of men competing to become my mate. That made me pretty damn powerful.

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