We shower and dress,then go in search of the boys. We find them in the lounge, scattered around the sectional sofas. Lance and Charlie are dressed, but Elliot is still gloriously naked in only a pair of boxers - not a care in the world.
My eyes lock on Mason. He sits in the corner of the room fresh from a shower, dressed in a tight white T-shirt and black jeans. He takes me in, his eyes roaming my body. I do a little two-step as my stomach knots. I want to rush him, demand he takes me back to bed for the day. He raises a brow as if challenging me to voice my thoughts. He can read me too well.
I don’t want to go home.
“Everyone out,” he states, his eyes stuck on me.
“Fuck off, Lowell,” Elliot retorts, rooting himself deeper into the sofa, clearly too comfortable to move.
“I’ll call a taxi. Do you girls need one?” Charlie asks.
“Yes, please,” I reply.
“No, not you. We have our date,” Mason says, running his tongue along the front of his teeth. He comes to stand beside me, blocking my view from the others. I frown as I look around him, all of them standing to leave.
“Our date isn’t until seven thirty. I need to go home and get some fresh clothes.”
“You don’t need any clothes, and it’s gone seven thirty, so technically we are late.” He gives me a boyish grin, and I relax a little.
“This evening, Mason. I’m going home to change first.”
“No. You’re not.”
Lucy gives me a wave as she starts to leave the room, and I shake my head at her. Is she really going to abandon me with this demanding ass?
“I will call you, babes!” she states, disappearing with everyone else into the elevator.
“You’re infuriating,” I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest.
His lip tips up at the corner, eating away at my defensiveness.Damn it.Why is he so hot?
“What would you have done today? If you’d have gone home?” he asks, his voice softer now.
“I don’t know, got myself prepared for this evening, caught up on some sleep.” I look at him as if that’s his problem. “Try and find something to wear.”
“Sleep first then.” He nods towards the stairs. “Back to bed.”
I hesitate, unsure of his motive. “I could just go home and sleep.” But I want to stay. “Are you coming with me?”
“You could go home, and you can, but then I will have to come and pick you up again later and that seems pointless.” He steps closer. Pulls me closer. “And no, I have things to attend to today. I will be back in time for our date.”
“You’re leaving me here?”
“I won’t be gone long. Get some sleep.” He leans in, placing a tender kiss on my forehead. It’s sweet. A softer side of him that I’ve only had small glimpses of shining through.
Then he ruins it. I squirm as he pulls away, pinching my nipple through the white fabric of my dress. “I could see these from the other side of the room. Elliot was looking too.” He scowls, and it’s all sorts of adorable.
“Ouch! Elliot didn’t even know we were here.” I lean away, using my hands to protect my sensitive buds.
“Montgomery doesn’t miss a set of tits, especially not those.” He eyes my chest, walking backwards away from me.
“I totally noticed,” Elliot groans, reminding me he is still buried in the sofa. He stands, grabbing his clothes and throwing me a wink as he starts dressing.
“Don’t leave me here,” I call out to Mason.
“You’ll be fine, Pi—” His eyes tighten and he pauses. “Make yourself at home. I won’t be long.”
And then he is gone, with Elliot not far behind him.
