Mason's Winter
Chapter 3
Mason
I step into Mr. Grable’s lobby, hoping to see the lovely Winter again. It’s only been one night, and I’m dying to bury my cock to the hilt in her sweet, warm pussy. My dick throbs against my zipper, begging for release. What the fuck has she done to me?
“Mason. I didn’t expect to see you here,” Ms. Grable exclaims; her face brightens and her eyes widen. I’m not sure if she really didn’t know I was coming or she’s a superb actress.
“Your father asked for another meeting,” I inform her, biting my tongue because if I keep her close maybe her assistant will appear or maybe she’s her father’s assistant. I’m not sure who she works for, but it really doesn’t matter because if I have my way, the only thing she’s going to be working is my cock.
“Actually, my father’s not here at the moment. He’s running late.” This is bullshit. “Since he retired, he rarely ever comes in. I think he forgot how unpredictable traffic can be,” she sighs, stepping in closer. “Please follow me. You can wait in my office.” I follow her into a large office right off the reception area. The rush of heat hits me full force. It’s hot as fuck in here. What the hell? It’s cold outside, but it’s an inferno in here. I take off my suit jacket and loosen my tie immediately.
“Sorry, there’s something wrong with my thermostat. They are working on it right now,” she explains, taking off her suit jacket as well to reveal a strapless dress. She better be telling me the damn truth and not attempting to seduce me. I wasn’t interested in her before I saw Winter, and I’m most definitely not interested now. “I can take your coat,” she says. I hand it to her, avoiding the intentionally extended fingers reaching for mine.
“When will your father be here? I already didn’t have time for this meeting as it is.”
“Sorry. Let me get you a drink. It’s probably too early for scotch, but I have some if you’d like. Or I could get you coffee.”
“No, it’s too damn hot in here for coffee. I’ll take the scotch.” She saunters to the sideboard, trying too hard for her own good. She’s going to cost her father this deal which I’m sure will ruin her little inheritance if she keeps this up. I take the glass from her and down it in one gulp.
“Wow, you’re thirsty.” She takes my glass and refills it. I want to guzzle it down, but I’m not trusting her one bit. I have to get out of here before I sweat my balls off. There’s a knock at the door, but she doesn’t answer it right away. It’s as if she’s trying to make them think she’s not in here. After the next knock, she takes a drink of her scotch. “It’s probably your father,” I say, standing up and walking to the door, adjusting my tie.
“It’s not him,” she mutters angrily over her glass. I open it anyway. The cool gust of air gives me no damn relief because now I’m staring at the woman I’ve been obsessing over. She’s so fucking hot that my dick suddenly found life again. “Winter, what are you doing here? I told you to take that to the house. How can you be so fucking dumb? I swear. You can’t find good help anywhere.”
“Sorry, Ms. Grable. I’ll go there now,” she bites out, holding back all the fucked-up words I can tell she’s ready to unleash on the shrew behind me.
“I have to leave, too. I have another meeting in an hour,” I state, walking over to get my suit jacket and coat. “I’ll be in touch,” I say distractedly, slipping on my jacket and staring at Winter who’s rushing to the elevator. Two men in maintenance uniforms call for Ms. Grable’s attention, leaving my prey all alone. Winter presses the button rapidly like she’s in some horror movie trying to escape. I wonder if she’s scared of her boss or the instant attraction between us.
The elevator doors open, and she dashes in like she’s going to get away. It’s really fucking cute, but I’m quick and step in before she can press the close button, letting the doors close behind me. I leave the buttons alone, so the elevator doesn’t move.
“We meet again, Winter.” I inch closer, stalking and trapping her into a corner. Her eyes look away from me, trying to hide the momentary joy she got when I entered.
“Yes, more’s the pity,” she scoffs, glaring at me and twisting her lips, but her body’s much more telling than her words.
I lower my head, dipping my nose down to her neck and taking in her scent. “Wow, you sweet little liar,” I accuse, leaning in and stealing a kiss of her racing pulse. Her mouth parts as I linger above them. “You’re a pretty little fibber, aren’t you? I bet if I slide my hand between your thighs and run my fingers across your panties, your pussy would be soaked.”