Once I’m cleaned up, Mason crawls into bed before pulling up the blankets and hauling me onto his chest. I feel him press a kiss to the top of my head as those muscular arms wrap around my frame. “Get some sleep, beautiful.”
I snuggle against his broad torso, sighing like a love-sick school girl. It’s so warm and comfortable, and I feel like I’m home with my head tucked under his chin and my cheek resting against this muscular chest. I know what I’ve done is so bad because what girl hooks up with a man she just met? What girl gives a man her bottom just like that? Yet with Mason Carlisle, it felt right and I don’t regret my actions one bit.
7
Mimi
Staring at myself in the mirror, I can’t stop smiling as I think about this past week. After Jewel gave me my walking papers, I figured I was about to face some of the most depressing days of my adult life while I desperately searched for a new job. Instead, I’ve spent the past week in the most beautiful penthouse with an incredible man, being cosseted and caressed.
Images of our first night together in his suite at the Wilshire pop into my head, and I bring my hand to my chest, massaging my suddenly hot skin. Mason certainly knows how to make a woman scream in the best way possible, but everything about this man has been a surprise. For example, I never expected him to hold me all night as we slept, as if we were long-established lovers.
Not only that, but the next morning, he woke me up with breakfast in bed. The eggs and pancakes were so good, and I almost choked when he revealed he’d made them himself, instead of ordering from room service. While he was clapping me on the back, the handsome man grinned.
“So do you want to come with me to the city today?”
I took another sip of orange juice, still trying to get down the last bite of pancake.
“I’m sorry?”
He shrugged and smiled.
“I’ve got to get back to the city for work, but do you want to come with, sweetheart? It’ll be fun, and you’ll have plenty of time to relax and pamper yourself. Take some shopping trips and go to the spa. Manhattan has some of the best ones out there.”
I stared at him with big eyes because I don’t have money for spa treatments, much less a shopping trip. But I agreed to accompany him into the city because what the hell? I had just lost my job and had zero prospects for a new one, so why not? It didn’t hurt that the handsome man used his very talented mouth to help persuade me.
But Mason’s penthouse in the city blew me away. I thought the suite at the Wilshire was grand, but his apartment is out of this world. Currently, I’m in one of the six bedrooms in his Madison Park apartment, and it’s probably 10,000 square feet on three different levels. Every detail is luxurious, all the way from the huge outdoor terrace that can become an indoor terrace with the press of a button which makes glass walls slide into place, to the dunk pool and outdoor dining space, which has a beautiful view of the Empire State Building.
Even more, I’ve been here for a week now, and it’s amazing. Mason and I have spent every night together in his bed and the heat is fabulous. But honestly, Mason is more than a generous lover. He always makes sure he takes great care of me even after the hot times. In fact, sometimes it’s the way he so lovingly strokes me after we’re done that makes me the happiest. He’s gentle and tender, and breathes compliments that make my heart bloom.
Plus, the man has been spoiling me silly. He had a dozen outfits delivered today from a fancy boutique, and has funded several shopping sprees already. But now, it’s time to put those purchases to work. Taking one more look in the mirror, I check to make sure my makeup is perfect. I’ve decided to be subtle because being a showgirl means caking on the cosmetics, and it’s so refreshing to feel like I can let my own beauty show instead of using pounds of foundation per usual. Plus, using bobby pins, I sweep the sides of my hair back to tuck the locks behind my ears, and scrunch the curls so that they’re defined, yet also soft and shiny.
Then I make my way over to the rack of new dresses Mason had sent over. OMG, they’re so sexy, with form-hugging materials and scandalous cut-outs. None of the dresses are at all forgiving, but you know what? Screw Jewel. I never felt bad about my body before she very publicly made a show of body-shaming me. Now, I’m going to give myself a bit of a break and flaunt my curves, since this is obviously what my lover wants.