Mason's Winter

“My pleasure, Winter,” I add, caressing her name. “Can I lend you a hand to your car?” She’s hesitant, but I can see she’s interested.

“Um…you don’t have to, Mr. Hunt,” she responds, trying to talk both of us out of it. That’s not going to work one bit. I grab for the boxes she’s struggling to stabilize them.

“Call me, Mason. And I know that I don’t have to help, but I can’t let you, in good conscience, struggle to carry them.”

“Um. Thank you. My car is down the street.” I can’t hold onto her like I want to, but I stand as close as I can.

“Please be careful, Winter.” There are patches of ice scattered randomly on the sidewalk. They clean them off, but the slush gets kicked by the foot traffic sending it onto the cleared path.

“I’m already pushing that envelope,” she mutters under her breath.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, stopping in the middle of the street.

“Nothing, it’s just slippery out here.” Damn, she’s lying to me. This girl is not a convincing liar at all. I like that. Years of negotiating deals and buying and selling companies have put me in the sights of professional liars.

We continue walking halfway down the block when she stops and says, “We’re at my car. Thank you.” Attempting to rush our time together, but she’s not getting away that easily. She opens the back door and loads the gifts inside, then turns around to reach for the ones I have. I ignore her and slide them in myself. She’s already treated terribly by her boss. I can’t do the same thing to her. I stand up and step back, so she can close the door, and that’s when I spot a gift tag sticking to her pants. It’s in the perfect spot, and I can’t help but smirk when I see my name on it.

It’s a fucking sign that her pussy belongs to me. And damn am I going to love unwrapping that present. I don’t give a fuck how dirty that shit sounds, but I’m going to leave her a gift for both of us.

“Um, you have a sticker.” I point to the spot I want to fucking taste. She glances down at it and back up at me with a blush.

“That’s not a good place for a gift tag,” she jokes clearly hoping to push away the embarrassment.

“I beg to differ,” I insist. “It has my name on it.” I step in closer to her, and she moves back until she’s pressed against the car.

“Um you shouldn’t be talking to me like that,” she stammers out.

“Are you offended that I’m interested in you?”

“Yeah. You have a fiancée.” I jump back like she slapped me.

Chapter 6

Winter

Mason’s gaping me like I’ve lost my mind. He pins me in with his hands on either side of my body, resting on the roof of my car. “What the hell gave you that idea? Better yet, who the hell gave you that fucked up idea?”

“Um. Carissa,” I answer, trying to process that he’s claiming it’s a lie. After what I saw in the office, maybe they’re not engaged but just dating.

Tilting his head, seemingly annoyed, he questions, “Ms. Grable told you that?”

“Yes, she said it was a secret.”

“Fucking bitch,” he muttered under his breath, pushing off the car and standing straight up. “I’m not engaged to her. I’ve never been with her.”

“What about what I saw in the office?”

“What do you think you saw?”

“You both were straightening your clothes.”

“Sweetheart, did you step into that room? I loosened my tie and took off my jacket because it was about a hundred degrees in there, and I was sweating like a damn pig. The maintenance crew walked in just as I darted to the elevator to chase you down. I’ve never chased a woman in my life, but I had to see you, touch you, know you.” I’m flabbergasted. When I think back on it, I remember after I got out of the elevator Juan and Frank came up to Carissa and said it’s all fixed. Damn, I’m brainless sometimes.

“Come, we’re going to have dinner.”

“What? I can’t. I have to get these to Carissa.” I truly wanted to dump them in the nearest slushy puddle, but knowing her, she’d accuse me of stealing her purchases.

“Good, we’ll do that first.”

He opens my car door and grabs all the boxes at once. I close it behind me and follow him as he storms toward the restaurant down the street. “Be careful. You’re going to drop them.”

He freezes and turns to me. With a snarl, he scowls and asks, “I don’t give a fuck. Tell me, Winter. Did you avoid me because of her?”

“Um. Yes,” I stammer out. It’s the only reason I tried to hide from him. I want to be in his existence forever. I want to be his shadow. I want to give him my virginity and have his beautiful babies. My womb is screaming for him to fill me up. Wow, knowing that he’s not engaged changes everything. It’s as if the chains holding me back have fallen off.