CHAPTER SEVEN
Mason
Ah, Monday, my new favorite day of the week. Before San Nemo, Saturdays were my bliss. I’d get out to the golf course in the mornings, making deals on the green. By midday, there’d be a three-course meal at the country club, and then afternoons were either spent by the poolside or in my home theater. Evenings, however, were the cherry on top. There were always a few girls at my penthouse, rolling and frolicking on demand.
It was great.
Nothing like it. Pussy, soft and sweet. Ass on tap. Who could ask for more?
But now, here I was, desperately waiting for Monday afternoon to roll around so I could see my sweetheart. Fuck, I had fallen and fallen hard.
Still, things weren’t so bad. Laney was an amazing female, worth her weight in gold. She was better than all the girls I’d had before, put together and then doubled.
And as always, time seemed to slow down right before the brunette showed up. It was just another way for the world to fuck with me. Seriously, it was holding a grudge because this wasn’t fair.
The minutes ticked by ever so slowly.
Finally, the group of journalists walked in, but no Laney.
Where was she?
Coolly, I scanned the room, searching for that angelic face, but the brunette was nowhere to be seen.
Where was the female?
Oh shit.
Did I scare her off with our naughty bathroom play? Did I go too far, too fast?
But then I remembered that hungry look in her eyes. She’d loved it. There was no denying the truth. Underneath that good girl exterior was a wild and hot woman waiting to get out.
And sure enough, ten minutes late, the woman arrived, cheeks flushed, her face a little guilty.
Well, well, what have you been up to? were my thoughts. Being naughty in the restroom again?
I smiled, eyes gleaming. And instantly, those cheeks reddened even more. Laney looked away, biting her lip, before looking back at me, gaze flickering and shy.
No worries sweetheart. Soon enough you’ll be mine.
I kept my eyes fixed on her body, drinking those luscious curves like an aged whiskey – nice and slow, savoring the flavor. Today, the girl wore a form-fitting dress that hugged her every inch to perfection. Already, my fellow inmates were drooling again, but they knew better than to get too close. The glower on my face was enough to stop a train in its tracks.
“Ahem,” began Laney with a soft murmur. “Welcome everyone,” she said, voice stronger this time around. “It’s good to see some fresh faces in the crowd. I’m sure you’ll find the San Nemo Times a worthwhile project.”
The girl flashed a friendly smile at some of the new guys, and shit, but my fingers tightened around the arms of my chair with strain. Was I jealous? From nothing but a friendly smile? But yeah, that’s how I roll. Even a look from my girl to another man made me fucking rigid.
Laney continued, completely unaware.
“Today, we’ll be working on our assigned tasks. So if everyone could find their mentor and put their heads together? Oh, and for anyone who’s new, please find a friend or partner and join them for the day. We’ll get you sorted out by next week’s meeting.”
Of course, the room came alive with movement at that.
“Miss,” gurgled Lil’ Joe. “I need a partner. Can I be yours?”
“Sweetheart,” added Big Mike. “I don’t got no friends here. What should I do?”
These idiots were clearly attempting to snare Laney in their traps. But my girl is smart. She knew exactly how to handle it.
“Gentlemen,” Laney said. “If you wouldn’t mind, come over here for a minute and I’ll find you some materials. Presto! Now you’re each other’s partners.”
Joe and Mike looked at each other with horror.
“Fuck,” grunted Mike. “This ain’t what I want.”
“Speak for yourself!” squeaked Lil’ Joe. “And don’t take all the colored pencils, leave some for me.”
Shit, these guys devolved into schoolboys given the chance. But I had to applaud my girl and the deft way she handled them.
Problem solved, Laney walked to me with a sweet smile and swaying hips. Was it my imagination, or was I dreaming? Because as she got closer and closer, the air buzzed with electricity, literally sizzling. Aw fuck. That’s what my little girl does to me.
“Hello Mr. Evercore,” the woman said in a business-like voice. “Good to see you again. How have you been?”
I grinned. So she was going the professional route huh? Oh Laney, you can pretend to be innocent, but that’s not going to get you very far with me. Not when I know your true nature, pussy wet and ass out.
But fine. I could play this game.
“Good. Real good,” I answered, eyebrows raised. And then slowly, for her eyes only, I pulled an edge of lace out of my jumpsuit pocket. Oh yeah, it was just an inch or two of pink panty, but her eyes widened, breath coming fast. “Had a lot to think about lately,” I drawled, looking her straight in the eye. “How about you?”