Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Oh, shit, I’m seriously considering it.
“Is she coming too?” I ask meekly, feeling mortified.
“I’d be happy to join in. We haven’t shared a girl in ages.”
Mass grunts at her unhappily. “Don’t make jokes.” He turns back to me. “Lucy and I are colleagues. We don’t mix business and pleasure.”
“And I’m… pleasure?”
He nods once. “A luxury I rarely allow myself.”
I chew my lip. My heart’s racing wildly, and I feel lightheaded. “What happens if I say no?”
“I’ll drop you off wherever you want and go home.” He spreads his legs more, and his thigh pushes into mine. “But I don’t think you’re going to.”
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. This isn’t supposed to happen. I snuck out of the house to come dancing tonight, and if I don’t show up by early tomorrow morning, my parents are going to literally murder me.
But then again, I’m an adult. I’m old enough to make my own decisions.
Which is what a normal girl would get to say.
Except I’m nowhere near that. My life isn’t my own. And my mother will literally disown me if she ever finds out I snuck away to go dancing in the city and went home with a beautiful stranger.
Still… I’ve barely lived. My whole existence has been prescribed, planned, and perfectly balanced. There’s a reason I came here with Thomas.
I’m deeply miserable and desperate to feel alive for once.
And right here, in this car, with these bizarre people…
I feel something.
It’s mostly terrified, but still.
Mass is handsome. No, he’s Greek God beautiful. I’ve never been this viscerally attracted to someone before. I know if I follow him back to his apartment, I’ll do something very stupid. Something I might regret.
But I might not.
“Can you get me back home before five in the morning?”
Mass only nods. “We can handle that.”
“Then I guess… I could see your place… if you want.”
The woman, Lucy, knocks on the divider window. It rolls down. “Drop me at the Hilton,” she tells him, glancing at Mass. “Seems like I’ll need a room for the night.”
“Don’t complain. You’ll make me pay for it.”
“Of course I will.”
The divider rolls back up. The driver doesn’t even glance at me.
I’m alone again with Lucy, who’s not paying attention anymore, and Mass. He’s looking at the window, jaw set in a tight line, and I don’t really understand this. He seems almost like he’s in a terrible mood. Like bringing me home is some kind of chore.
But I can’t help myself. I’m deeply curious about him. What kind of man carries himself like this? What kind of man has a private jet, a driver, and an assistant like this incredibly beautiful woman? He’s obviously rich. And I’d wager he’s connected.
Once Lucy’s gone and we’re driving again, I turn to face Mass. I’m afraid, but he doesn’t seem particularly menacing. Honestly, it feels like I’m barely here.
“Can I ask you something?”
He frowns in response. But he doesn’t say no.
“What’s your last name? I mean, my family, they know a lot of people in New York—”
“No last names. I don’t want to hear yours and you don’t want to know mine.” He moves closer. One large hand presses against my knee and moves up to my bare thigh. His palm is warm and slightly callused. I’m surprised by that. He must work with his hands on something.
“I mean, I’d like to know the man I’m going home with.”
“We have four hours together. You can call me Mr. Mason if you like and I’ll think about you in that little red dress while I peel you apart. Would you enjoy that, Allie? Letting me explore you? Tease you and touch you? Four hours isn’t long, but I plan on using every available minute.”
My mouth drops open. I lick my lips and try to steady myself, but my nervous system suddenly goes into overdrive.
“I think… I’d like that…”
“Don’t think. Be decisive. I don’t want to fill and fuck a woman who isn’t sure.”
I blink rapidly in surprise. “I’m sure. I mean, yes, I’d like that.”
“Good.” His palm slips to my inner thigh and he tugs me against him. “I want you enthusiastic. I want you dripping and pleading. Just like you were on the sidewalk. I want you begging, Allie. I want you right on the edge, your body tense and thrumming with how badly you want me to break you. I’m going to enjoy your taste tonight. And I’ll dream about that red dress when you’re gone. But for now,” he pushes the hem of my dress up. “This black one will have to do.”
He leans forward and his lips press against mine.
It’s electric. His kiss is possessive and dominant, and I believe every single word he’s telling me. Coming from any other man, it would sound like obscene bragging. But from him? It’s a promise. He’ll make this a reality. All I have to do is surrender.