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)
“Shit, Saylor, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Get out! You need to go and leave me alone, Ron!” I cried out as the door to my condo flew open and my neighbor, Justin, rushed in. I could feel my eye swelling up, and the moment Justin saw me, I knew he thought Ron had hit me.
The next thing I knew, Ron was being arrested for assault and I was trying to tell the police I’d honestly tripped and had hit the corner of the coffee table.
That night it had been all over the news and in the papers. And I knew my time in Seattle had come to an end.
• • •
Pushing aside memories of Ron and Seattle, I took one more look in the mirror and frowned. Why I’d gotten my hair done was beyond me. I wasn’t looking to meet anyone. That was the last thing on my mind. So why was the idea of spending the evening with Mason putting my stomach all in knots?
My phone buzzed, and I walked over to the kitchen island to retrieve it.
Mason: Your doorman is an asshole.
Smiling, I typed my response.
Me: Why?
Mason: He won’t let me in because I’m not on his list.
Shit. I’d forgotten to give them Mason’s name.
Me: Sorry. That’s my fault.
My hands started to shake as I called down and added Mason’s name onto the approved list of visitors. Jesus, what’s the matter with me? Why am I a nervous wreck?
Making my way over to the bar, I poured myself a quick shot of tequila to take the edge off as I waited for Mason to come up.
The doorbell rang, and I drew in a deep breath.
“He’s my boss and he’s only being nice. I was at a bar alone, and he felt sorry for me. That’s all this is.”
Stopping before I reached the door, I closed my eyes and groaned. “Damn it. Now I’m talking to myself.”
There was a light knock on the door. Rolling my eyes at his impatience, I yanked it open, ready to lay into him for not being able to wait thirty seconds. Instead, I gasped and almost stumbled back.
Holy. Shit.
Mason stood before me dressed in a tux. A mother-f’ing tux. I did a slow perusal of his frame and my heartbeat picked up slightly.
“Wow. You’re in a tux.”
It was then I noticed Mason’s eyes were roaming slowly over my body as well. “Jesus Christ. You look fucking amazing.”
I smirked. “Well, aren’t you one with words.”
Mason was now staring at my cleavage while he slowly ran his tongue over his bottom lip.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and reminded myself that this was my boss. Not a date, not a one-night stand. My boss.
When Mason sliced his hand through his hair, I knew I was screwed. I was going to be horny as hell all night.
“I need to grab my clutch and take care of something really quickly,” I said as I motioned for him to come into my condo.
He walked in, and I got a whiff of his cologne. Oh yeah. A pantie change was already in order.
When he stopped and faced me, I sucked in a breath. There was no denying the weird energy between us. I felt it the very first time we’d run into each other, and every time we were together it felt like it grew stronger.
“You look stunning, Saylor.”
His softer, sweeter words settled into my chest and caused me to smile. “And you look handsome, Mason.”
The way he looked at me made me feel all kinds of crazy. There was an attraction between us, but I wasn’t sure how much of it was purely sexual. Probably a hundred percent in Mason Quinn eyes. If I hiked up my gown right now and invited him to have his way with me, he would probably do it in a nanosecond. The thought quickly dimmed the burning lust between my legs. Men like Mason weren’t looking for a relationship. I needed to remind myself of that.
“Excuse me,” I whispered.
Making my way through the living room, I turned down the hallway that led to my bedroom. I needed a moment to get my thoughts together.
The second I was in my bathroom, I shut the door and leaned against it. My chest rose and fell as I attempted to get myself together.
I’d sworn off men. Had no desire to be involved with another man, at least not for awhile. So why is Mason having this effect on me?
I pushed off the door and checked myself in the mirror. A little touch up on my lipstick, a quick smoothing of my updo, one spray of Chanel No. 5, and I was ready to go.
I heard my bedroom door open and let out a scream when I saw Mason standing in my bedroom.
“What are you doing?” I asked. My voice was breathless with desire.