“Hmmm. So, you’re both the boss.”
“Uh-huh. Charlie lives just up here. You okay if I drop him off first?” he asks, a boyish look on his face.
Sober Nina would say no. I shouldn’t even be in the car with two men I’ve just met, especially with how drunk I am. God, what was I thinking? “Well, I don’t exactly know either of you, but I have more chance of taking one of you than both at the same time.”
His brows rise in surprise.
“Oh, no! I don’t mean—Jesus, fuck. I mean, if you were to kidnap me or try anything, not that I wouldn’t have sex with you, like I wouldn’t fight you if…”
Oh, my god. Shut up, Nina. Just stop talking now!
“It’s fine. You can drop him off first.” I roll my lips and look out the window.
“Wow,” Charlie remarks at my back.
I don’t dare look at Mason for the rest of the journey, but at least my embarrassment has sobered me up a little.
* * *
“Cheers,Mase. We still on for tomorrow?” Charlie asks, climbing from the back seat and shutting the door.
Mason lowers his window farther so he can answer him. “Definitely. It’s fucking needed after the week I’ve had.”
Charlie gives a grim smile in return, then leans his head through the window so he can see me. “I’m sure I will see you again, little Pixie.” He gives a soft wink before disappearing into his building.
Why Pixie? They’ve been calling me that all night.
Mason looks over at me again, his eyes darkening. I squeeze my legs together, trying to ease the ache that’s forming there. It’s been too long.
He pulls out onto the road, thankfully not saying another word. I sit, trying to process the effect he has on me.
“Are you okay?” he asks after a few seconds of awkward silence.
“Umm, yeah. Why?” I feel my palms start to sweat.
“I couldn’t shut you up twenty minutes ago.” He smiles. “You’ve gone quiet on me, and you’re fidgeting.” His eyes drop to my bare legs.
“Just look where you’re driving, Bossman.”
His smirk does nothing to ease the fluster I’ve gotten myself in.
Oh god, why can’t I be normal? He seems so unaffected by me, yet I can’t sit still in my seat.
I turn my head a little to look up at him, taking in his broad chest… that thick neck. My clit throbs against the lace of my underwear.
First job when I get home is to fix that problem.
“You seem close to your friend’s mum? Lucy, wasn’t it?”
My smile is instant, and I welcome the distraction. “Maggie’s the best. One of the most beautiful women I know.”
“Have you known her long?”
“Pretty much my entire life. I met Lucy in nursery school, and we’ve been best friends ever since.”
He nods in understanding. “Me and Elliot have known each other since birth. We are more like brothers than friends.”
We turn onto my street, and I direct Mason to my building. As much as I want to get inside and shower off the remnants of the night, something pulls at my gut, telling me to stay exactly where I am.
