The nerve of this asshole. “I’m going to work. Which I planned to tell you about yesterday but you sent Elliot to drop off instead of coming yourself. Ellis is with Maggie today.”
“You’re working at L&M now?”
“Yes.”
“Right.” He looks to the building, deep in thought. “Why’s dickhead driving you?”
I shake my head, dropping my gaze to my lap. “You really are a nasty piece of work when you want to be.”
I go to open the door, but he stops me with a hand to my inner thigh. “Stop.”
My eyes drop to his hand. I swallow, suddenly more aware of him than I was moments before. “I said to stop doing that.”
He doesn’t move.
“Mase.” I brush his hand off.
“Vinny drives you,” he snaps, his voice final.
“Vinny works foryou. I can’t trust you and I can’t trust Vinny.”
He screws his face up in disagreement. “That’s the most ridiculous thing that’s ever come out of your mouth, and you know it.”
“Hmmm, I don’t know, Mase. I had you in my mouth once.” I shrug, pouting as I climb from the car. “You have a good day.” I smile sweetly as I walk off towards the gym, swinging my hips for good measure.
Mase
The woman fucking rattles me, and she knows it. It’s her intention to wind me up, and I’m putty in her hands. All she has to do is smile and I’m semihard in my suit pants. Jesus, I have zero fucking control when it comes to her.
I scrub my hand over my face as I stand in the elevator on the way up to my floor.Get a grip on yourself.
“Good morning, Mason. Good weekend?” George asks as the elevator pings. “I did spy some pictures on Instagram, so I already know it was a messy one.
“Not today, George. Please, mate.”
“Jasmine.” I give her a curt nod, walking to my office.
She mutters back a barely audible “’Morning” without looking up from the computer screen.
Although Jasmine isn’t bad at her job, she also isn’t great at it either. She spends the majority of her time sitting quietly behind the desk.
I should probably have a word.
“I expected this mood.” George follows me. “The second I saw Nina in that strapless dress, I knew you’d be hot under the collar. What happened?”
“George,” I huff out, turning on him. “Get out of my office.”
He smiles, not flinching at my tone. “You got it, Bossman.” He winks, dropping the coffee cup and stack of files on my desk then leaves.
I’m at my office window before he can close the door, staring out over my home city. The skyline is fogged, the winter morning setting the sky in a dull hue. My eyes are drawn to the building three away from my own, though. The bottom floor is a blur, and the second is crowded by the equipment and people, but the top floor—although I have to squint to see it—is still, quiet, and waiting. Empty, like it always hasbeen.
“Jasmine.” Her platinum painted head pops up from behind the desk. “A word.”
I turn and walk back to my office, waiting for her to follow. Vinny is sitting at my desk, his hands steepled under his chin. “What is it?” Jasmine asks from the door, not crossing the threshold.
“Have a seat,” I tell her.
Her eyes tighten as she looks between us both, as if she’s figuring out if she can trust us. I nod to the chair, and she moves to sit next to Vinny. I eye him cautiously before addressing her. “We need information?—”
