“I was only going to check if he’s 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.
FIVE
Mase
It has been four days since Nina ran out on me, and I can’t seem to shake her off. Nothing’s helping. 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 from 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.
My thighs strain in my trousers, and I?—
“Lowell, you massive prick!” Elliot throws open my office doors, interrupting my dirty thoughts.
I quickly roll my chair under the desk, effectively hiding my semi under the hardwood—pun not intended.
“Can you fucking knock?” I snap, pretending to look at something on my monitor.
He stops short, halfway to my desk. “You’re not watching porn, are you?” His face morphs into a knowing smirk. “You are, aren’t you!”
“Fuck off Elliot. What do you want?”
“Why did you fire my PA?” His face turns serious as he places his hands on his hips.
Emma, Elliot’s personal assistant, decided she’d had enough of his reluctance to do anything more than sleep with her. I found his office completely trashed on Friday morning, and the word ‘whore’ sprayed in red on the entire glass wall for the rest of the office to see. If Elliot bothered to turned up to work more than three days a week, he would know this. I’ve fired all five of his previous PAs after they’ve either ended up going batshit crazy on him or damaged property that doesn’t belong to them.
“What was her name?” I question, as I look at the same spreadsheet I’ve been staring at for the last two hours.
“What does that matter? I’ve got a shit ton of emails to get through, and my computer isn’t letting me log in.” He frowns. “Did you hire someone else?”
“No, do it yourself,” I tell him, bored.
He doesn’t say anything. We both know he doesn’t have a clue where to start when looking for staff.
I huff out a long breath as I pick up the phone. I dial Sal in HR. “I need a personal assistant for Montgomery.”
She tsks, then I hear her tapping on her keyboard. “I will see what I can do, Mr Lowell, but we struggle to find anyone from the agency nowadays with Mr Montgomery’s track record.”
“Up the salary five-k a year, I want a male.” My eyes flick to Elliot. “If it’s a female, she needs to be over fifty.” I hang up.
Elliot stands, smirking at me. “You know I’m not afraid of a cougar.”
