Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
He glanced around and said, “You can learn a lot about a person from their bedroom.”
Narrowing my eyes, I watched him slowly take in the room. When his eyes landed on the new lingerie I’d just bought, my breath caught in my throat. Mason walked over and rubbed the satin lace between his fingers.
“For someone special?” he asked without looking at me.
“No.”
His eyes captured mine. “No?”
Slowly shaking my head, I repeated my answer. “No.”
Mason made his way around my room while I remained glued in the spot I was standing. I couldn’t understand why this man had such a big impact on me. He made me long for things I vowed I didn’t want and that confused me.
When he stopped in front me, I held my breath. His eyes traveled over my body with such intensity I felt my knees wobble slightly.
“What are you doing to me, Saylor?” he softly asked.
My chest felt tight as I attempted to speak. “W-what do you mean?”
Mason lifted his fingers and lightly traced my jawline, and I thought I might melt into a mess on my own bedroom floor.
He moved closer to me, his lips inches from mine. I’d never longed for a man’s kiss like I did for Mason’s.
The man who was my boss. I leaned in, ready to bridge the space between us. Then, I remembered who I was about to kiss.
My boss.
Clearing my throat, I whispered, “We should probably get going.”
The look of disappointment in his eyes was quickly replaced by darkness.
“Right, we should go.”
And as quickly as he had come into my space, he was out of it. I watched Mason make his way through the door of my bedroom and out into the hallway.
“Bring a coat, Ms. Night. It’s going to get cold.”
The stabbing pain was almost too much to bear. One moment he’d acted like he was going to kiss me, and the next we were back to Ms. Night. It was my own fault for shutting him down before he could kiss me, but he was my boss. No good could come from kissing him.
I let out a sigh and brushed away my wounded ego.
So, Mason was going to act coldly simply because I wouldn’t kiss him. Well, to hell with that. I was over men playing games with me.
CHAPTER EIGHT
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Mason
I FINISHED OFF my drink and set it down on the counter. Never once did I take my eyes off of Saylor and the asshole she was currently chatting it up with.
“Mason, how are you doing? I haven’t really seen you since you’ve gotten to town.”
Pulling my eyes away from Saylor, I turned to see Natalie Burns standing there. She was the sister of one of my college friends.
“Natalie,” I said with a halfhearted grin.
“Are you here with anyone?” she asked.
I glanced back over at Saylor and stared at her for a few moments. My cock had gone hard as a rock when she’d opened her front door. So much so, it had taken everything out of me not to hike up her fucking dress and take her right there in the hall. Real gentleman-like, I knew.
Asshole. You’re her boss.
Saylor laughed and the bastard she was talking to brushed a piece of hair away from her eyes.
“No. I came with a colleague of mine.”
“Really? Well, is there anywhere we can go to…talk?”
I focused back on Natalie and smiled. “I’m sure we can find somewhere to go.”
I made my way across the large living room. The house was fucking crazy and had to have cost Jack and Carol a small fortune. When Jack gave us the tour earlier, I’d noted the empty office that was on the other side of the house. At the time, I’d fantasized about fucking Saylor in there. Now, I was taking one of my college buddy’s willing sisters in Saylor’s place.
Jesus. Stop this, Mason. She works for you, and she clearly can’t even stand the idea of a kiss let alone hitting the sack together.
Natalie was following behind me, and I couldn’t help but look over at Saylor. Her smile faded as I walked by and if I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought I saw a pained expression on her face.
When we finally made it to the empty room, I pulled Natalie over to the built in bookshelf. Lifting her dress, I buried my face in her neck and slid my hand up her leg.
“Yes. Mason. God, yes.”
I cupped her pussy, and she bucked toward me. Her breathing was almost a pant as she dug her nails into my back.
“Take me, Mason.”
Then something happened that had never happened to me before.
My dick wouldn’t come up. The fucker wouldn’t even budge. Not even a small jump.
Nothing.
My cock was broken, and I knew why.
Saylor.
I pulled my hand out of from under Natalie’s dress and took a few steps back. “I’m sorry, Natalie. I can’t.”