“No?!” Lucy places her hand on her chest dramatically, hanging off my every word. “How did he know where you work?”
“I’m presuming Elliot and Charlie told him.”
“Really? I don’t think they would have remembered. I can barely remember anything past the second round of tequila,” she says, wincing at the memory.
“Well, he knew. He apologised for Saturday and then wanted to drive me home. I refused.”
“Why? I thought you said this guy is hot,” Megan asks.
“He is. Trust me, girls. He is beyond hot! But hedemandedthat he was driving me home, and he called me a child for running out on him on Saturday morning.”
“Oh, dickhead comment.” Megan shakes her head, dropping back to the seat as Lucy’s face drops in disappointment.
“Yep,” I mutter, staring into my cup. “I’m not going to fall at his feet. Again. I need to put aside his looks and keep my wits about me. He needs to understand who’s in charge here.” I smirk. “Also, I think he made his driver come for me so I wouldn’t walk home alone when I refused to go with him.”
“You went with his driver?” Lucy asks.
“Yeah, Mason must have called him. I thought he was a better option than Mason’s car.”
“You’re an idiot,” Megan sighs.
“What? Why?”
My phone starts to dance across the table again. Joey. I go to pick up the phone.
“Don’t answer that.” Megan smacks my hand in a rush, sending the phone to the ground and causing her coffee to spill over the table.
I bend to snatch it up off the floor before someone stands on it. My accusing eyes meet hers. The screen has smashed into a million pieces. “What did you do that for, you tit!”
“Sorry!” She shrinks in the seat. “I will replace it, but you cannot seriously be willing to talk to Joey when you have Mason actively seeking you out, following you home, making sure you’re safe,” she points out, and Lucy all but swoons in her seat.
“I was only going to check if he is okay.” I look down at my phone. “You’ve completely killed it,” I sigh.
Lucy tries to hold in her hopeful smile. “I’m with Megs. Sorry. Team Mase all the way.”
They high-five as I look back and forth at the pair of idiots, trying to hold back my own smile.
I am not team Mase.
I don’t want to be team Mase.
I am so fucking screwed.
5
Mase
It has beenfour days since Nina ran out on me, and I can’t seem to shake her off. Nothing works. Not my work. Not the gym. She’s stirred something deep inside me that I don’t recognise, and I have no idea why.
The fact that she doesn’t listen to a fucking word I say turns me on just as much as it pisses me off.
Like her running from me yesterday, I enjoy the chase as much as the next man, but fuck, is it worth it?
I haven’t felt this off-centre since Cara. Just thinking about that woman gives me chills—a perfect example of why I don’t bring women into my home. You’d have thought I would have learnt after past mistakes.
It’s why I know it shouldn’t have felt so right having Nina in my home and in my bed. It’s stupid, but I can’t help but want to let the light back in again, and she seems to shine brighter than the dazzling lights of London. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut and slept with her when I had the chance.
The image of her knelt beside me on the bed invades me, her warm mouth wrapped around my cock as she took me to the back of her throat.
