But it was fine. Laney looked down, blushing while gathering her things.
“Gotcha Karen,” she said hurriedly. And then taking a deep breath, the girl swung her bag over her shoulder and held one small hand out.
“It was nice meeting you, Mr. Evercore. Thank you for attending the intro session today. I look forward to working with you in the future.”
I stood, big form looming over the two women. My shadow literally cast them into darkness, towering over the females. But this wasn’t the time to wreak havoc. This was the time to play nice. So I smiled back, flashing even white teeth.
“Likewise Ms. Evans,” was my smooth growl. “See ya next time.”
And with that, this Karen person grabbed Laney’s elbow and practically dragged her away.
“Did you see that man?” she whispered, shooting a look over her shoulder at me. “You have to be careful. These are prisoners, and that one looks dangerous!”
Laney shook her head, dismayed, unaware that I could hear.
“I know, Karen, but it’s fine. I’m fine. We were just talking, that’s all. Besides, why did we come here if not to work with the inmates? It’s the right thing to do.”
I closed my eyes momentarily as the journalists departed. But when she got to the door, Laney shot one quick look my way, hesitant and unsure.
But I was waiting. Oh yeah, I was waiting. I nodded once, slowly, never looking away, letting my gaze trail over that curvy body.
She flushed, gasping slightly, and then the door closed, breaking the connection.
No worries.
She was going think of me for the rest of the day.
Oh yeah, Laney would be dreaming of my massive form. The breadth of my shoulders. The way my voice snaked out and wrapped itself around her heart.
And later on tonight, her boobies would rise with excitement, wetness pooling between her thighs as she moaned my name in her sweet, virginal bed.
Because Mason Evercore takes what’s his … and Laney was mine.
CHAPTER TWO
Laney
As the sun shone weakly through the slats in my window, I took a tentative sip of cold coffee. Guck, gross. Sighing, I got up and headed for the break room, popping my mug into the microwave.
And he entered my mind then.
Mason Evercore.
Huge. Dominating. Gorgeous, even in an orange jumpsuit.
Because we’d gone to the San Nemo this afternoon to volunteer our services with the local inmate population.
Is working with prisoners crazy?
Maybe, but it was the right thing to do.
After all, I’m a newbie journalist at a small-town newspaper. Realistically, my place in the world is insigificant. Just one girl among billions who hasn’t done much with her life. But I wanted to change that. I wanted to make a difference in the world.
And helping the inmates seemed like a good first step. Why not? It was a minimum security facility, so these weren’t hardened thugs that were going to shank me when no one was looking.
And it was just supposed to be a simple meet and greet our first day. Nothing but an overview of the project while shaking some hands.
No problem, right?
Hardly.
Because he was there.
Mason Evercore.
Those dark blue eyes instantly captivated mine, holding me tight in their grip. I was trapped, staring at that massive body. Broad shoulders, with long arms and strong, powerful legs. Even the prison garb couldn’t hide the undeniable power of that hulking frame.
And when Mason moved, it was like he owned the place. How does that happen in a prison? I thought they stripped you bare, all dignity and pride gone.
But not Mr. Evercore.
He had what it took.
The alpha was the conqueror come, ruling the place with charisma and intensity. It was there with every gaze, every gesture. The man knows how to get his way.
Was I one of his subjects?
It felt like it for sure, a pulse beating rapidly in my throat. Oh god, oh god. I’m from the outside world, it should be the other way around. I’m the one who’s going to leave at the end of the day. There are no bars, no handcuffs, no manacles on my wrists. No prison sentence, period.
But my interaction with Mr. Evercore was crazy. Like I couldn’t think. Although I was supposed to be the “mentor,” instead our roles felt reversed. He was telling me something, those blue eyes penetrating. Sending me a message that struck all the way to my core, making me go wet inside.
Because my body wanted him.
I couldn’t help it.
Even from two feet away, his aura was mesmerizing, pulling me in like a tractor beam.
And like a helpless female, I responded. My insides became mush, hot, heavy and ripe. My nips perked, stiff and nubby, and he could tell. Those eyes lit on my sweater, and then a slow smile crept over his lips.
Oh yeah, he noticed.
He saw how my tits grew heavy and full, the nipples begging to be tasted.