What was he hiding? It bugged me. I didn’t like his keeping things from me. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him about it, but I stopped myself before I could say anything.
As if I’m in a position to be annoyed by that,I silently chastised myself.
“So are you going to see them?” I watched Mason closely, wondering what he was thinking. Unspoken thoughts were perilous.
He held me tight against his side. “I’d rather spend my time with someone who makes me feel good.” He ran a thumb along the side of my face. “Because that’s what you do, Hannah. You make me feel good. And it’s been awhile since I felt that way. So thank you.”
Shame. It was there ready to smack me in the face.
“You don’t need to thank me,” I protested, moving away slightly. I had to. The closeness was a threat.
“It’s true, though. It had to be fate that brought us together that day you dropped your purse on the floor.” His eyes twinkled and the guilt roared.
Not fate, Mason. Just a devious woman with an agenda.
“I should get going. You’re not very good for my time lines in the morning, Mister Agent Man,” I scolded good-naturedly, needing to change the subject before I felt even worse.
Mason looked at the time on his phone and winced. “Damn, you’re right. I had no idea it was that late.” He grabbed his keys from the table and got to his feet, pulling my chair out for me so I could stand. Such a gentleman. “Can I see you later?”
I gave him a coy look. “What do you think?”
His smirk was adorable. “I’d say yes.”
I flipped my hair over my shoulder. “I don’t know. I think I might be busy.” Mason loved flirting. He liked it when I played with him like this. I had learned exactly the right things to do to make him want me. It had become almost too easy.
What would it have been like to find things out naturally? Honestly?
I couldn’t think like that.
Mason yanked me toward him, our chests pressed against each other. His fingers on my chin, he forced me to look at him; his eyes smoldered. “You’ll be busy. With me.”
I swallowed thickly. His pseudoaggression was such a turn-on. My inner feminist balked at how much I liked it when he took control.
“Sounds about right,” I whispered raggedly.
I let him kiss me in front of everyone in the coffee shop, not caring that they stared.
For the first time it didn’t bother me being the center of attention.
With Mason, I liked it.
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“Miss me?”
I jumped in my seat, glancing up to find Kyle standing behind me in the tiny, tiny cubicle.
I rubbed my eyes. I had been staring at the computer screen for over an hour, not really doing anything.
I had become completely useless at work. Between my nighttime activities and Mason, I couldn’t care less about the job that paid the bills. Eventually that would be noticed. I needed to get my act together.
“Hey, Kyle,” I replied distractedly. “Why would I miss you?”
Kyle’s smile crumpled a bit and I wondered what I had said to upset him.
“I’ve been gone for the last two days. I thought you if anyone would have noticed.” Kyle’s eyes darkened and then looked sad.
“I’m so sorry, Kyle. Normally I would have. I’ve just been really focused on this hacker thing. Why were you out?”
