“Nice to meet you.” The feel of big guy’s hand in his almost buckled his knees. It had been the same back in college.
He yanked his hand out of Manson’s and paced back and forth. “I’m sorry but I am not going to stand here and pretend Madame Eve didn’t totally fuck this up. I mean, I know she is supposed to have some mystical powers and all, but a gay man and a womanizer do not a love match make.”
“Hey, you know nothing about me,” Mason said, his indignation clear in his tone.
Sebastian stomped to the bed and grabbed his bag before turning to face the man who’d haunted his dreams for longer than he cared to admit. “Oh don’t I? So you haven’t fucked nearly every single woman under the age of thirty in the state.”
He added a little more venom to his tone than was warranted. He wanted to knock the gruff look off Mason’s face and dismantle the stay-away-from-me manner of his arms crossed across his chest. His date’s left eye twitched, and his hands closed into fists. Managing to get under the “Ice King’s” cool exterior to ruffle some feathers felt good.
“That is a bit of an exaggeration, but I’m not going to deny I have been with my fair share of women. And, even though it’s none of your business, I haven’t been with anyone in quite a while.”
Sebastian scoffed and headed for the door. “Even if it’s true, it doesn’t change the fact we are never going to be a love match. Not with all our history.” He placed his hand on the door and waited, hoping for another hint of recognition, but Mason remained stoic as ever. “You really have no fucking clue who I am, do you?”
He didn’t even wait for him to answer, just yanked the door open and stomped out. He didn’t want to hear how forgettable the most memorable night of his life was.
