Mason's Winter

“Yes, I agree with my father. Thank you for coming all the way here for me,” she coos, giving me a put-on smile.

“I’m interested in the possible purchase of the company,” I reiterate. I know she’s hoping for more, but that’s a snowball’s chance in hell. I nod and step outside, only to bump into a beauty who I catch before she falls on her ass. With just my hands around her, I feel a change come over me. I straighten her out and apologize, “I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” She looks up at me, and I itch to stake my claim right here on the spot. I take her in as much as I can without being considered fucked up. She’s about a foot shorter than me with her light hair laying over her shoulders. A sudden need to run my fingers through her soft waves comes over me, but I know I won’t be able to stop. Her eyes were a brownish green color, but I’ve only gotten a brief glimpse of them, and that isn’t enough. I have to get more, but that’s not going to happen because I have an audience. Would it be considered kidnapping if I can see the longing in her eyes too? The thought passes through my mind in the short seconds I have in her presence.

“Winter, get in here,” the jealous woman behind me vehemently barks. This woman is ridiculously spoiled. I loosen my tight hold on Winter just a little. Winter? What a name? It’s different, but it’s now become my favorite season. She pulls away, and I’m forced to reluctantly let go.

“Please drive safe, Mason,” the green-eyed monster says, trying to rush me away from the house when I was sure just a minute ago, she wanted me to stay. I nod and walk away. I don’t know who the woman is, but I’m going to find out. And next time, I won’t leave without getting her promise to be mine.

As I get into my car, my heart’s pounding and my cock is throbbing against my pants. I hesitate for a minute, hoping to catch a glimpse of Winter before I pull out, but the view is blocked by the sunshine beaming into my car.

I drive away, thinking about her pretty eyes. They were opened wide because she was shocked, but then they softened as our gazes locked. That was until Ms. Grable called her name. Damn, I wish I made introductions. It’s not over.

Once I’m at the office, I attempt to work on my emails, but all I can think about is how her lips parted ever so slightly. Groaning, I slip my hand under my desk and stroke my shaft over my pants. A knock at my door stops me from whipping out my dick and getting out of control.

“Come in,” I grunt out.

My assistant Madison comes in and gets straight to the point. “Sir, Mr. Grable’s assistant called and would like to schedule another meeting.” My ears perk up at the possibility of seeing Winter again. I wonder if she’s his assistant.

“When?” I ask her, sounding a little too eager.

She gives me a slight twist of her mouth, then remarks, “Tomorrow, if possible, but your calendar is full.”

“Let me see.” I have no interest in seeing Grable or talking about the purchase. All I can think of is Winter and being in her presence again. I open my calendar and see what can be done. “Did he say where and when?”

“At his office at ten.”

“I can make that happen if I move my finance meeting to twelve.”

“That can be done, sir,” Madison says, making a note. She looks up and adds, “Your mother also called.”

“Damn, the usual?” I question already knowing the answer. My mother is relentless in her pursuit of grandchildren. As an only child, I’m the only one to give her grandbabies.

“Yes, but I told her you were out and wouldn’t be in for another hour.” Damn, that woman won’t give me a break. It’s always: find a good girl, get married, and have tons of babies.

I roll my eyes and mouth a “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Do you want anything from the deli down the street?”

“Yes, I forgot to eat today.” I pull out two twenties and give them to her. “Get us both something. The usual for me.” She knows what I order because she likes the same thing. It’s one of the reasons my mom wanted us to get together for the past three years. I like Madison, but not in a sexual way. She’s a great employee and a sweet person, but she’s not for me.

“Okay. I’ll be back in twenty.” Once she’s gone, my thoughts are on Winter again. Fuck, maybe it’s just a fluke. Perhaps I just need to get some.