Page 254 of Deep Pockets

I needed to get out of there. I grabbed my suit coat and tie and headed to the door. My hand lingered on the knob. I turned back around. She was sleeping so peacefully. I couldn’t just leave. She’d wonder where I had gone.

She rolled over in bed and reached out her arm where I had once been. She moaned softly, but didn’t open her eyes. I didn’t want her to think I was just going to abandon her once I was done with her. But isn’t that the plan? I shook away the thought and walked back over to her bed. There was a notebook and a pen on her nightstand. I’d leave her a note, inviting her over to my place tonight.

The past week didn’t matter and neither did the future. All that mattered was tonight. Finally claiming her. And if I could focus on that, and not the tightness in my chest, maybe I could get a grip. I was just messed up from not having sex in a week. The last time I had cum was in her mouth in that alleyway.

I lifted up the notebook and flipped to a random page. There were a few notes scribbled on the page.

Jenkins’ pitch – Layla’s Predictions – guessing penis size. Win a sample if she guesses wrong.

I laughed. That sounded like something Jenkins would pitch. I had heard of Layla’s Predictions. Layla Torrez was a sexy weather girl from Miami. Was that what Kruger was currently working on? It didn’t say what account it was for. But having Layla predict penis size was a pretty wild idea. How was she even supposed to do that on T.V.? There were scribbles over the words on the rest of the page. But I was able to make them out.

Idea – Local, guerilla style campaign. Knicks cheerleaders Central Park performance for selling tickets. Team up – have an actor spray himself with body spray and have the cheerleaders chase him through Central Park. Everyone would see it. No one would know if it was real or not. News stations would inadvertently pick it up. Attention grabbing and cheap.

That was a really good idea. Had she come up with that? I looked down at her sleeping. Clearly her boss hadn’t liked it, or it wouldn’t have been crossed out. I suddenly felt dirty. I shouldn’t be reading this stuff. I flipped through the pages of notes until I came to an empty one. On the left side were a few more notes. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander over them.

Idea – Fairytale. Get a box in the mail with a dress and a note. Get dressed up and picked up for a romantic evening. Everyone loves a fairytale and the idea of finding your prince.

I smiled to myself and picked up the pen. She must have written that last night. I was no Prince Charming. But it didn’t matter. After one night with me she’d be hooked. Maybe she already was. Which meant tonight would just seal the deal.

Bee,

Thanks for an amazing night. You looked absolutely stunning in that dress. I’m making you dinner tonight at my place. And I believe you said I didn’t need to control myself anymore. So don’t worry about what to wear, because you won’t be wearing it for very long. I’ll see you at 8.

-Mason

I put down the pen and turned toward the door. The apartment was dreary. I didn’t want her to be in a place like this. It didn’t even feel like her heat was working. I wanted her in my bed, ready for me whenever I wanted. I picked up the pen again.

P.S. The sleepover is at my place tonight. I can take you to work in the morning.

I put the pen back down and looked over at her. She looked so beautiful. She was still wearing the red dress, and it hugged every curve. I had the urge to kiss her cheek.

What the fuck is wrong with me?! I ripped the sheet of paper out of the notebook and placed it on top of it. Without looking back at her, I went over to the door and quickly left before I did anything else stupid.

Chapter Forty-Five

Bee

I yawned and stretched my hand out, but all I felt were empty sheets. I slowly opened my eyes. Mason was gone. I looked around the small, empty room. I can’t believe he saw my place. I can’t believe I cried in front of him.

I put my hands over my face. God. I had made such a mess of last night. Mason had been so fun and flirtatious and I had just fallen apart when Patrick had shown up. But I was over him. He had asked me for a second chance. And I didn’t agree to it. I didn’t want him back. I wanted Mason.

My apartment was embarrassing. But Mason had acted like he was at home. He knew I was upset and instead of trying to sleep with me, he had comforted me. We had talked all night. Technically he had tried to sleep with me right when I had let him in. But he respected my decision. We just snuggled. I liked the way his arms felt around me. And now that he was gone it was freezing.

I climbed out of bed. Luckily whatever fancy, expensive material the dress was made out of somehow resisted wrinkles, because it still looked amazing.

My phone buzzed on my nightstand. I went to grab it when I saw a note with Mason’s handwriting. I quickly picked it up.

Bee,

Thanks for an amazing night. You looked absolutely stunning in that dress. I’m making you dinner tonight at my place. And I believe you said I didn’t need to control myself anymore. So don’t worry about what to wear, because you won’t be wearing it for very long. I’ll see you at 8.

-Mason

P.S. The sleepover is at my place tonight. I can take you to work in the morning.

If that wasn’t an invitation for sex, I didn’t know what was. My heart starting beating faster. I’m going to have sex with Mason Caldwell.

I took a deep breath. Was I really going to go have sex with someone that I only knew for several days? Yes!

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