“Liv,” he interrupts, and I know he is about to throw together a lame apology.
“No! Who does or does not have some serious hots for me is nothing to do with you, neither is whether I choose to pursue that, assuming I acknowledge that I could do worse. Now I suggest you get on with your work while I get on with mine and mind your own business where my personal life is concerned. Oh, and when you see your new friend, Arianna, maybe you should ask her whether Mason Harding was a player while they were married.”
I have no clue where I am going but get to my feet and storm from the office not stopping until I get as far as the lady’s toilets.
Sitting in a cubicle I talk out loud to myself. “Bollocks, shit and bollocks again,” I growl as my phone vibrates in my jacket pocket. Pulling it out I see a message from Mason.
I smile down at his words before sending a quick reply.
“No, no you didn’t,” I mutter, thinking that after our journey here, my mini meltdown and our cloaked conversation we simply showered together, had breakfast and dressed, but no sex. I reply to Mason and leave the cubicle to wash my hands, putting my phone down next to the basin.
“I thought I was the machine.” I laugh, reading his reply as I dry my hands and then giggle like a schoolgirl when the next one arrives.
I wonder if I should just leave our exchange there but knowing he is likely to appear in the office doorway again if I don’t reply I continue our conversation as I walk back to my desk.
As soon as I send that text I blush at how lewdly brazen it is but clearly this is not a problem for Mase judging by his speedy response.
I know he laughed as he text that message, especially the wordsdirty thingsand yet it turns me on, the words and his thinking when he sent it. One final text can’t hurt can it?
I send my final,it can’t hurttext and immediately regret the fact that I may have pushed too hard, overstepped a mark by declaring I will miss him in terms of him going away for business. Even as I reread it I think it might be a little needy and I don’t want Mase to think of me like that, as though I am going to become super clingy every time he has to go away and I don’t doubt that’s probably fairly frequently.
“What the fuck?” I sigh loud enough that Nicola looks up at me as I pass her desk. I can’t go with him, I have no clue where he’s going or why, and I have work and a meet up with Brad. Did he mean it, or did he only ask because he knew I wouldn’t be able to go away with him? I decide against any further text messages before I find myself on a plane to fuck knows where with a man I’ve known for just over a week joining the mile-high club. The last bit is an incentive rather than a deterrent, but even so.
I don’t see Sean again before I leave my work behind at exactly half past twelve. Once I reach Nicola’s desk, she seems to be waiting for me.
“Mase has just gone through.” She points towards his home. “He said to tell you to go straight through, he’s left the door unlocked.”
I nod then continue through the open area of reception, past the lifts until I arrive at Mason’s front door.
The temptation is to knock on the door, but I resist, just, mainly because Nicola told me it was unlocked and I could go straight through. Opening the door, I am unsure what I expect to have changed since I was last here four hours ago but what I don’t expect is to find Mason waiting for me as soon as I step through the door.
“Hey baby.” He lifts me off my feet, rushing me against the back of the door.
“Hey yourself,” I reply, instinctively wrapping my legs and arms around him, pulling him closer.
“I have thought of nothing else but this for the last two hours.” His lips crash against mine while my legs tighten further around his hips.
My hands do their thing of running through his hair which is waxed into a slightly messy arrangement, but effortlessly sexy.
