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Mason’s mouth opened slightly—like he was about to rip into me for taking his secretary away.
Instead, he ran his hand through his hair. I didn’t want to let it make my knees weak, but it did.
“How’s the Jameson account coming?” he asked.
I glanced at my watch. It was seven-forty. “I’m not officially on the clock yet to talk business. I came in here this morning to tell you you’re a real asshole.”
Mason’s mouth was damn near on the ground.
“What did you just call me?”
I walked over to his desk, put one hand down on it, and leaned over. My hot tea was still in my other hand. I noticed how Mason’s eyes darted toward the hot beverage and then back to me.
“You invited me to a dinner party, left me to fend for myself, then went off with some whore to screw her while I was trying to make small talk with a bunch of strangers. So yeah, if the shoe fits, Mason.”
His eyes turned dark, and I knew he was pissed. “First off, you made it clear you had no interest in me when you shot down that kiss in your bedroom. Secondly, I invited you so you could meet new people, and from what I saw, you’d already found yourself a new friend.”
My blood was boiling. “You’re going to judge me for talking to a guy I already knew while you fucked some girl in your friend’s new house?”
His face turned red. “I didn’t…wait. You know Drake?”
I took a sip of my tea and sat down in the large leather chair in front of his desk. “If it’s any of your business, yes, I know Drake. One of my best friends from college is Drake’s sister. I was just asking him how she’s doing.”
Mason’s face turned white as a ghost. “Did you fuck him?”
I huffed. “Again, it’s none of your business.”
He sat and shot me a smug look. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“No, Mason. I didn’t…fuckhim. I think some lines are beginning to get crossed here. Since when is the boss allowed to ask his employee about her private life?”
He sighed and scrubbed his hands down his face.
“Son of a bitch. Nothing about my life right now makes any sense. From the moment you ran into me, I haven’t been able to think straight! You’re driving me insane, Saylor.”
Okay. That was not the response I was expecting.
“I’m sorry, Mason, if I’ve caused you any additional stress. It wasn’t my intention.”
He dropped his hands to his side and stared at me. “See! Like that. You somehow manage to get a dig in at me no matter what.”
Taking a sip of my tea, I lifted my brows and shrugged.
Mason stood and started to pace in front of the window. “You didn’t sleep with him?”
“Does it really matter, Mason? Why do you want to know anyway? You’re my boss, not my boyfriend.”
Mason didn’t seem like the type of guy who had any plans of settling down with one woman. Maybe he was upset because I’d said I wouldn’t be one of his conquests. There was no way he’d ever be interested in me beyond a chance to get into my pants.
He finally stopped pacing and faced me. “I didn’t do anything with her.”
With a confused expression, I asked, “You didn’t do anything with whom?”
“At the party, when Natalie and I went off, nothing happened.”
Relief swept through my body, and I prayed Mason couldn’t see it. I was becoming more and more confused by my feelings for him.
Why, though? What was it about Mason that drew me to him like this? Was it his good looks? A body to die for? The British accent that slipped in every now and then? Or was it because of the way he looked at me like he wanted to kiss me? Like he actually might want something more. I knew I was attracted to the way he handled himself. So sure of himself, and he didn’t take shit from anyone. It was sexy as hell.
