"That's a waste of a good evening."
"Did you want to come up or not?"
Mason pulled away from me. "Show me the way."
I took a deep breath and punched in the code to unlock the doors. It made a beeping sound and I grabbed the handle. I walked into my building and started up the stairs. I could feel his eyes on my ass. It gave me a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach. I had already crossed the line. A public bathroom. An alleyway. Why not finish what we had started?
On the third floor I walked over to my door. I fumbled with the key in the lock. When I stepped in, I turned on the light. I hadn't expected to be bringing him back with me. I was so glad I had spent the afternoon cleaning.
"Did you live here with Patrick?"
I turned to look at Mason. He was looking around the apartment. I was so embarrassed. He lived in Trump International. He wasn't used to seeing apartments like this. He was tall, broad shouldered, and muscular, and he made the apartment look even smaller. "Yes."
"It's...nice."
I laughed. "It's horrible, I know. And I can't even really afford it. A secretary's salary isn't exactly great money." I leaned against the kitchen counter.
He walked over to me and ran his hand down the side of my neck. "Is that really what you want to talk about right now?"
"No." I wanted him to kiss me, but he didn't.
"So, when that incompetent ex of yours fucked you...did he do it here?" He ran his hand along the edge of the counter.
I swallowed hard. "No."
He walked over to the kitchen table. "What about here?" He put his palm down on the table.
Chapter 42
Mason
I watched her look down at the kitchen table and then back up at me. She shook her head.
"There's something sexy about hard surfaces, don't you think? Most people like a little bit of give. But I like to fuck. Hard."
I smiled as I saw her glance down at the bulge in my pants. I pulled off my suit jacket and draped it across the back of the chair. I undid my tie and put it on top of my jacket.
"What are you doing?" Bee asked.
"We both know that you didn't invite me up here to talk." I unbuttoned my shirt as I walked over to her.
She stared at my six pack. She couldn't resist me. But she stayed plastered to the kitchen counter.
"You want this just as much as I do." I ran my hands up the sides of her thighs and over her hips. "No, more. Because you've never had a real man inside of you. After I'm done with you, you'll never be able to scream another man's name."
"I..."
"I won't tell anyone what kind of girl you are. Your secret is safe with me." I ran my hands up the silky fabric and tugged on the zipper.
"Mason?" The tremble in her voice made me smile.
"You know, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else."
Her breathing was accelerating. Her face was flushed. She wanted this just as badly as me. Her dress fell off her shoulders. When I finished un-zippering it, the dress slid down even more, exposing her bra. I ran my hand down her back to her bra strap. Her skin was still cold from the frigid air outside.
"I thought eating lots of ice cream was the best fix," she said with a laugh and grabbed my arms. She kept her hands on my biceps, stopping me from going farther. But it seemed liked she just liked the feeling of my muscles underneath her palms. Because she had "fuck me" written all over her face.
"No, having lots of sex is the only way."