Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Chapter Three
Mason didn’t know her history. The details he had on her were fact-based. Nothing to do with feelings. He didn’t know what her marriage was like, how many dates they went on prior to getting married, or how many dates they had once they had gotten married.
Facts: She was married at twenty to a man she barely knew. They stayed together for nine years as by the tenth year, she had already filed for divorce. Adultery was what Michael had found out, which Mason thought was crazy. William was a fucking moron to have cheated on this woman.
He found her nervousness to be charming. She wasn’t trying to seduce him or garner his attention. All these little details just added to her allure. And he wanted it all to himself. Every single part of her.
Michael had also found out she hadn’t quit her job once, nor had she had children. He had to wonder about her marriage, but he wasn’t going to bring up her ex.
“Why should it be easy for us, Mason?” she asked. “Do you date a lot?”
“No.”
She chuckled and the sound was sweet precious music. “Neither of us knows how to date. Don’t you think that’s kind of funny?”
He laughed with her, he couldn’t help it. “We could do a search online. See what comes up.”
“Seriously, do you think we should?” Holly asked.
“I’m tempted, but seeing as neither of us knows how to date, why don’t we make up our own rules? We just keep talking and see where it goes?”
“I do like the sound of that but I find it hard to believe you haven’t dated,” she said.
“Are you trying to tell me you think I’m handsome and I should have women fawning all over me?” he asked.
She rolled her eyes and shrugged. “If we’re being completely honest here, we both know you’re a good-looking guy. You’re clearly wealthy. I know this place is hard to get a table at, as I’ve tried several times. The nightclub I was at last night is one of the best in the city. I do believe there have also been celebrity sightings. Again, I don’t follow much of the gossip, but it’s there.”
“I said I didn’t go on dates, I didn’t say I haven’t fucked a lot of women,” he said.
“Oh.” Holly’s lips formed a perfect O and her cheeks flamed. “And I’m good enough to date but not to fuck?” Those teeth went into her bottom lip.
Mason smiled. “I didn’t say that. It has been a long time since I’ve been with a woman, and trust me, Holly, I want to fuck you, but I have a feeling I’m going to need more from you than a one-night stand.”
“And what if all I want from you is a one-night stand?” she asked.
“Trust me, you won’t.” He leaned forward reaching for her hand. “But if you want to skip dinner right now and head back to my place, I’m happy to do so and I’ll show you how a real man fucks.”
He expected her to reject him. Her cheeks were a beautiful shade of red, nothing like the dress last night, but close. He had a feeling she had never been propositioned like this before.
“I’m not hungry,” she said. “I don’t suppose Phillip would make our food to go?”
Mason clicked his fingers and a waiter immediately appeared. He put their orders to go, and as he did, he kept watching her waiting for her to suddenly change her mind. She didn’t. Their orders were ready in less than five minutes.
Mason held out his arm to her. His driver was already outside, and he waited. They climbed into the backseat of his car, and his driver took him to the building he owned, pulling into his own personal spot. Most of his men lived in the building. It was all part of working for him. If they were loyal to him and him alone, he took care of them. He made sure they never wanted for anything. Some of his men had families. This was one of the many reasons he’d risen to the top and stayed there. He gave his men a good life, all they had to do was follow orders and stay loyal, not to be bought.
Stepping into his penthouse apartment, he closed and locked the door, placing the to-go bag on the cabinet several steps away from the front door. He turned toward Holly and stared at her. Her gaze was on him.
Mason didn’t know who made the first move—him or her. One day, he would realize that they both moved together at the same time.
Sinking his fingers into her hair, he eased out the band that kept those locks contained in a ponytail. Her long strands fell around her. He cupped the back of her head and kissed her hard.