I tried to avoid her for the next two days, I really did. I knew Zoe too well; she wasn’t going to stop until I was sipping cocktails with this Mitchell or Mason or whatever the hell his name was, and I really didn’t have time for it. So, the following day, I spent all morning phoning the escort companies I trusted, hoping to find a cancellation. Nothing. I got waitlisted for all of them. That had never happened before. Of course, unlike social gatherings, I was normally very good about planning my sexcapades ahead of time.
Despite my efforts to duck Zoe, I really shouldn’t have been surprised to find her camped out by the door of my office at the end of the day. It reminded me that I needed to rig that secret exit I’d been mentally planning.
No matter. I walked right past her, flashing none but a pitiful smile in my wake. She didn’t seem surprised, but I couldn’t help but feel a tad confused when she didn’t pursue me.
I said good-bye to my secretaries and hit the elevator button. Zoe was still standing by my office door, staring. What on earth is she doing? Is this some kind of game?
The elevator door opened.
Oh. My. God.
From the inside of what I could only imagine was an elevator from Mecca stood the most tasty, most gorgeous hunk of a man I’d ever seen. My nipples hardened immediately. I felt my jaw drop as his eyes met mine. I couldn’t move. I just stared like an idiot as my mind took me on a journey straight to my office where he was towering over me at my desk, ripping my skirt off and burying his face between my legs.
I was instantaneously whipped back to the present.
Shit. He knows my name. What do I say? Who is he and why is he here? Wait, did one of the escort services come through? But it’s the wrong night!
I continued to stare, baffled. Then it hit me. “Mason…” I massaged my temples with my fingers.
He nodded and stepped off the elevator. He looked about as excited about this arrangement as I was. Zoe came bouncing over to us like slobbering puppy dog, her eyes aglow with the rays of a thousand suns; her victory face.
“Mason!” she cried. She gave him a small hug – which he didn’t seem to appreciate. I wasn’t sure he really liked her, actually. Well, from the look on his face and his standoffish posture, I wasn’t sure he really liked anyone.
“Hello, Zoe,” he stated blankly.
“Mason, this is my best friend I told you about, Clay Felix. She’s very excited to grab a drink with you now that she’s off work.”
She gestured to me with insistent eyes, sending a very clear message that backing out was not an option. I didn’t give a damn. Fine, he was gorgeous. Fine, I didn’t have anything else to do. But I couldn’t let her win.
“I guess your friend Mason doesn’t know much about me,” I said flippantly, tossing my hair over my shoulder. “If he did, he’d be aware that I’m far too busy for fraternizing.”
This time the insistent look was mine. I stepped past them to the elevator, making sure to brush his sizzling hot shoulder on the way, and hit the button again. Zoe glowered but unfortunately, like me, she was never one to give up a fight. She opened her mouth to protest but, unexpectedly, Mason jumped in.
“I have some work that needs attending to as well. Perhaps it’s not the best day for either of us to be ‘fraternizing’.” He air-quoted the word – he was making fun of me! “Perhaps we can settle for sharing an elevator?”
I huffed. “As long as I get to my next appointment on time.” I didn’t have an appointment, but nobody needed that information.
The door opened and we squeezed past the crowd to the back wall. Zoe didn’t follow for some odd reason. It was relieving. I’d had enough pushiness for one evening. Maybe I’ll eat out tonight.
“Bit of a bitch, isn’t she?”
I looked up at Mason in shock. “Excuse me?”
“Zoe. She’s a bitch. How do you work with her every day?”
Wow. Talk about gall. Pushy? Yes. Annoying as hell? Yep. But bitchy? I’d never go so far as to call her that.
“You have some nerve. How does she stand having you for a boyfriend-in-law?”
“You don’t agree, then? I would’ve said different from the encounter you two just had.”
I folded my arms across my chest. “She has her moments, but she’s not a bitch. She’s my best friend, for God’s sake.”
He shrugged. “Okay.”
That’s it? Just ‘okay’?
The elevator opened and the crowd rushed out. I rode the wave and then got smushed up against Mason on the escalator. I hated that he smelled so very nice. The scent was ungodly. I glanced up at him, but he didn’t seem to even notice I was there.
“So is this how you treat all your blind dates? Cancel the date before it starts and then call their friends bitches?”
He smirked. “I believe you’re the one who called off the date. I’d be more than happy to grab a drink if you’re still up for it.”
He gazed down at me with those beautiful blue eyes. It was hard not to imagine myself unbuttoning his shirt, then kissing that sexy chest…
It’s a damn good thing girls don’t get visible erections.
I pulled myself back together. “Look, the thing is, I’m not exactly the kind of girl most guys can handle. It’s better this way. Relationships always end the same way for me.” I motioned a thumbs-down.
He leaned in and looked at me knowingly. “Perhaps you haven’t tried the right kind of relationship.”
I studied him for a moment. Something kooky was running through that brain of his, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. Needless to say, it had me…intrigued.
“Maybe,” I said, “but I have too much shit going on. I don’t have time to take the reins in a relationship on top it.”
We stepped off the escalator and the crowd shifted. I was immediately pulled to the left, Mason to the right. I was happy to let him go, off to whatever important task he had to accomplish, but at the last second he grabbed my hand, pulled me in towards him and shoved me up against a pillar, protected from the current of the throng. The crowd was so dense, he had to shove up against me to keep from being dragged away. He grabbed the pillar behind me with both hands, shielding me with his body, and gazing into my eyes. His nose was just inches from mine.
I could barely breath.
“So what you’re saying is,” he began, his jaw set and his eyes ablaze, “you’re looking for a man who doesn’t surrender to your will”.
His gaze was digging deep, as if he was seeing straight into my soul. It was frightening, but…exhilarating at the same time. I couldn’t think of a single moment in my entire life when I’d been looked like that. Tingles spread across my arms and legs, the noise in the building dulled to a whisper, and, for a moment, it was just me and this steamy hot stranger named Mason.
He was so goddamn fuckable.
I couldn’t do more than nod in answer to his question. He reached up to stroke my hair with his hand, then leaned in to my ear. “You want someone who can command,” he whispered.
I couldn’t answer. His statement made little sense to me, but the way he said it…it made me want to explode right there in the middle of one of the busiest buildings in Seattle. I completely lost my concentration and grabbed his elbows as a passerby bumped into me. Mason helped right me, then brooded his shoulders to keep me in place.
“Just relax. I’ve got you. You aren’t going anywhere,” he said, his tone firm but reassuring.
My entire body calmed under his strong physique and I felt more comfortable and safe than ever before. “I don’t know what to say right now,” I whispered. I could feel the veins and tendons of his arms beneath my fingers.
I knew what I wanted to do: I wanted to walk to the bar with him, tell him my life story, let it all out, then fuck him all night long. But I wasn’t willing to give up my position of power. I couldn’t be vulnerable. That never worked.
He released me as the crowd began to dissipate and straightened his tie. His tone turned formal again. “If you want to get that drink, give me a call. Zoe has my number,” he stepped in towards me one more time, “Clay”.
And as quickly as he came, he was gone.
I stumbled into my apartment that afternoon hardly glancing at Zoe glowering on the couch. I burst through my bedroom door and dove for my vibrator. I was ready to come. I’d been holding off ever since Mason left my side in the office building, and I wanted it to be as hot and intense as possible.
I switched on my little magical apparatus of ecstasy and lay on my bed, already panting. My mind took me straight back to the office building where Mason was towering over me, exuding sexual energy like a force field. I imagined his hands pushing me up against the pillar as they slipped under my clothes and began exploring my body. In moments he was fucking me hard and fast, glaring at me with those piercing animalistic eyes. I had my release, violent and deep, just as I’d hoped. His lips met mine as I soared high and heavy into carnal bliss. I slowly floated down, down, down until my feet found the ground again and heaved a sigh of satisfaction. That fantasy could run on replay for weeks.