“Just surprised,” I told him honestly.
“About?” He turned my face toward him.
“I never imagined you in a place like this,” I envisioned him in a sleek and modern high-rise, with glass windows, and the city beneath his feet.
“Like what?”
“Like a family should live here with their staff, not a solitary bachelor,”
He smiled,but the expression didn’t reach his eyes, “I have staff,”
His door opened, and he walked around, opening mine and pulling my limp body out.
“Do you need me to carry you?” The satisfaction in his tonemade me think back to the club and the way he’d promised to protect me. He was following through on his promise faster than I could have dreamed possible.
“No, I can walk.” He held me tightly as he led me up the path. The door opened for us and I nearly screamed, but Mason stayed steady at my side; the older woman was meant to be there.
“Good evening, Rochelle,” his warm voice surprised me, “Rochelle, this is Ms. Green. She will be staying with me for a while. Is dinner ready?”
“Good evening, Ms. Green,” she nodded to me with professional grace, “It is, sir. Everything is under the food warmer. Would you like me to set the table for you?”
“Claire, are you hungry?” I shook my head, “Give us an hour.”
“Yes, sir.” She smiled at him and walked toward the back of the house. She looked tired, and a little rumpled and I would bet my next paycheckshe was usually off duty at this point. Mason didn’t strike me as the type to call on his housekeeper all night.
He led me up a sweeping staircase and down a pristine white hall. Pictures lined the wall, and I made a mental note to check them another time. The door at the end stood open, and he pulled me inside. The room was vast, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the back of the property. Plots of land were typically small here, but he had a spacious backyard.
Long gray curtains hung, framing the view. A red leather couch sat in front of it, making this a prime spot for him to sit and look over his estate. A king bed rested against the wall to my right. The enormous space dwarfed the wide mattress that overflowed with fluffy pillows and bedding. Mason sat me down on the edge and went to his dresser, rifling through the folded clothes.
He pulled out a white t-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs, reminding me I had no panties on and nothing to change into.
“Did you bring any of my clothes?” What a silly question. I should have brought my own, but I didn’t, and was hoping to slip into something familiar.
“Come on, baby, stand up.”
I ignored him. Why wasn’t he answering my question? I thought of the semen splattered on my picture and a pit formed in my stomach, “He did something to them, didn’t he?”
He kept his expression stoically bland as he lifted me to my feet, removing my dress for the second time tonight. I lifted my arms, and he pulled the shirt over my head as if I were a small child. He dropped to his knees, took off my shoes, and coaxed my feet through the leg holes. The clothes were oversized but the elastic on the underwear was tight enough that they wouldn’t fall down with regular walking.
“I’ll buy you new clothes,” he assured me as he ran his hands gently over my thighs, smoothing his underwear into place.
“I don’t want you to do that, Mason. It’s not your job to take care of me!”
“Like hell it isn’t.” He pushed me down on his bed.
“I’m not even your girlfriend,” I argued as he returned to the dresser and pulled out a few more items.
“Do you want to be my girlfriend, Claire?” he asked over his shoulder with a dismissive air. He picked up the jacket he loaned me and put it on a hanger.
“Yes,” I whispered unhappily. He smiled briefly at my tone.
“Then you’re my girlfriend, and I will replace the... damaged items.” He pulled off his shoes and placed them back in the closet.
“What a nice way to say cum stained.”
He flashed me a warning glance as he unbuttoned his shirt and stepped out of his slacks. The lounge pants and band t-shirt ensemble was the last thing I expected of him. A nervous laugh erupted from my throat as he sauntered over to me with a smirk on his face, “Something funny?”
“I’ve never seen you in anything so casual,”