“That sounds so fucking sexy,” he tells me as his lips edge closer to mine.
“What are we doing?” I have no clue how we keep ending up in this position.
“Kissing,” he replies as his lips meet mine.
“I don’t understand this,” I tell his lips that are stationary against mine.
“Nor do I, and yet this is where we keep ending up.”
My phone rings again breaking the moment, no, shattering it. I snatch the call up. “Yes, Sean, I am coming!” I disconnect the call after snapping out the words.
“You are sassy today.” Mason teases with a half-smile that has me swooning, although that could be down to whatever horse tranquiliser he’s given me judging by the heaviness in my legs now.
“I really have to go, he’s kind of my boss.” I grin moving towards the door.
“He may be that for now, but you just remember that I am kind of his boss’ boss.”
I turn back hoping to find a witty retort on my lips, but I just find that I am swaying, needing to steady myself on a table near the door.
“I think the painkillers are kicking in.” Mason places a steadying hand on my hip. “Come on, you go and see what Sean wants, I will do some work and then you come back here and take it easy. Call me if you need to,” he says but his words are distorted, like I’m hearing them underwater.
Sean’s urgent need to see me was so that I could make a to-do-list for us both. Like he couldn’t do his own.
He checks over my list and frowns at the spelling mistakes I’ve made. “There’s only onenin invoice,” he tells me.
“I know,” I reply thinking that I just want to sit down for a minute, well lie down, for an hour maybe.
“Then why does yours have three?”
“Because my touchscreen keyboard doesn’t make allowances for me having a hand like General William Rigby. So, you take me, spelling mistakes and all or do your own list,” I snap feeling nauseous suddenly, again this could be the drugs. What the fuck has Mason Harding dosed me up on and are they even legal?
“Who is this Rigby guy?” Sean ignores my suggestion that he does the list himself.
“Are you sure you’re a man?” I try to adjust my focus so that I am only seeing one Sean.
“What?” He laughs. “I think even you can vouch for that Liv,” he sniggers.
I ignore the inference of his retort, choosing to focus on who William Rigby is. “General William Rigby is…”
“Otherwise known as Big Hands,” Mason says. “Foe of the Incredible Hulk.”
“And that’s what you think makes a man?” Sean shakes his head. “Comics!” he says, almost with contempt for the last word.
“Are you okay?” Mason bends his knees so that he is looking at me eye to eye or at least he’s looking at me.
“Maybe, I don’t know. I feel sick and there seems to be a lot of you, both of you, all of you,” I add with a giggle. The room contains dozens of both Mase and Sean.
“Liv,” I hear Sean say from a million miles away and then I just get odd words; hand, tablets, reaction, office, and then I feel weightless as if I am floating but the smell of Mason invades my senses and I realise he is carrying me as if I am nothing. I can only hear his words now, but still odd, random ones; Nicola, sick, next door, call.
“Ssh.” I hear and feel Mason’s breath against my skin. “I’ve got you,” he tells me and even in my drug addled state I know I should be scared at that notion, running for the hills scared, but I’m not, I feel reassured and safe.
Chapter 5
Mason
Thank fuck I went to check on Olivia when I did; she is completely out of it and although Sean seemed genuinely concerned once I drew his attention to her unfit state, he’d seemed oblivious to it before I arrived. I am carrying her in my arms and am now at a loss as to what to do with her. I should put her down, in bed, let her sleep. I momentarily consider whether I have poisoned her as I head to my room.
“Mase,” she mutters against the skin on my neck where she has her face pressed.
