Chapter Two
Mason Hunter hasjust offered to give me a ride home.When she’d been seventeen, she’d had plenty of girlish daydreams about Mason. He was only eighteen months older than her, but he was nothing like any of the boys she’d met before.
Nothing like his brother, who’d charmed her parents within five minutes of them meeting, and always knew the right thing to say to anyone.
Mason had barely givenherthe time of day. She doubted he could charm anyone if his life depended on it.
He was only doing the right thing by offering her a ride home. It didn’t mean he wanted to be alone with her so he could fulfill every forbidden fantasy she’d ever had about him. It could never happen, even if all the stars aligned and Mason actually wanted her because…he was Colton’sbrother.
She blew out a shaky breath and the misty vapor mocked her tangled thoughts.
When it came down to it, her choices right now were limited. The thought of calling her father to come and collect her burned. She could call a cab and sort out her car in the morning. Or she could accept Mason’s offer…and sort out her car in the morning. Good thing she had this weekend off work.
This is such a bad idea.
“Of course I trust you.” She smiled, in the hope that’d disguise what she was really thinking. “And I’d love a ride, if you’re sure you don’t mind.”
He shrugged. How could a shrug be so sexy?It’s that black leather jacket.It gave him an added aura of badass. “Wouldn’t have asked if I minded.”
She slammed the door shut and fell into step beside him. God, he was tall. She gave him a surreptitious glance. His hands were jammed into his pockets and he was staring straight ahead.
Stop drooling.She’d die if he guessed how she really felt about him. It was much safer for her sanity to keep up the pretence of indifference.
He stopped beside a sleek looking car. She didn’t know what she’d been expecting, because in her headMasonandmotorbikewent together likeairandbreathing.
“Thanks.” She hoped she didn’t sound as shocked as she felt, both at the car and the way he held the door open for her as she slid inside. It smelled of leather and wax. She pressed her thighs together, but it didn’t stop the treacherous flutters in the pit of her stomach or the needy throb deep in her sex.
This is so wrong.Night time fantasies were one thing. She shouldn’t feel this way with him in real life.
He got in beside her and turned on the ignition. The low hum of the engine sank into her blood like an illicit aphrodisiac. “Where to?”
She gave him her address. It was about a forty minute drive from here, and while it wasn’t a bad area it was hardly in the same league as the bespoke modern mansion in a private estate south of London where she’d grown up.
“You married?”
The question slapped her back to the present.Married? Where had that come from? She was only twenty-two. “Of course not. Why’d you ask?”Oh my God.Washemarried? It’d never even crossed her mind.
“You might’ve been for all I know.”
“Well, I’m not. Are you?”
He gave a brief smile. If you could call it that. “I’m not the marrying kind, Piper.”
The way he said her name in his dangerously seductive voice caused tingles to race over her skin. She flattened her palms on her knees. He wasn’t the marrying kind. Not like Colton. He’d wanted them to get engaged on her eighteenth birthday, and hadn’t been happy when she’d wanted to wait.
He never liked waiting for anything…
“Neither am I.” She couldn’t even hold down a proper relationship, let alone anything more permanent. Not that she was going to share that with him.
“Boyfriend?” He slung her a sideways glance. It was strangely intimate, as though he genuinely wanted to know and wasn’t just making small talk to pass the time.
Mason Hunter doesn’t do small talk.
“No one serious.” She managed to keep her tone light so he wouldn’t guess there’d been no one serious in her life for five years. In the six months she’d dated Colton, Mason had changed girlfriends as often as his socks. She’d always got the impression he thought his brother was insane settling for one girl while he was still so young.
Was he still a commitment-phobe? It was none of her business. But he’d already opened the door on that conversation.Ask him.Why shouldn’t she? “Are you seeing anyone special?”
He gave her another of those strange, sideway glances. Ripples of awareness licked over her skin and she shivered, but not because she was cold. Thank God it was dark and he couldn’t see her face burning.
