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I quietly shut the door and made my way closer to him.
“My whole life this was what I thought I wanted.”
I stopped walking when he spoke.
“I watched my father build a successful company in London and then in Chicago. He worked his ass off until my mother finally talked him into retiring and heading back home to London. Did I ever tell you I was born in England, Saylor?”
My breath caught. How in the world did he know it was me? He’d yet to turn around.
I cleared my throat. “No, but I heard you were, and I can hear a slight accent sometimes when you get angry.”
“Or drunk,” he added with a small chuckle. “I’m not sure if this is what I want anymore.”
With a confused expression, I asked, “What do you mean?”
He turned and stared directly at me. I had to reach out and take hold of the leather chair to steady myself. No matter how many times I looked at Mason, he always seemed to take my breath away.
Holding out his arms, he glanced around his office. “This. The big office, the fancy job title. The eighty-hour-a-week job that I’m a slave to. This!”
I followed his gaze and looked around the office. “You’ve worked hard to get here, Mason.”
He folded his arms over his massive chest and leaned against the windowsill. “Let me ask you something, Saylor. Why did you leave this exact position in Seattle to take another position that you’re clearly overqualified for? And don’t tell me it was because you were running from the old boyfriend.”
“How do you know about Ron?”
A sexy smirk grew from each corner of Mason’s mouth. “I did my homework on you.”
“I’d say,” I replied with a sexy smirk of my own. “Part of it was me running away. It was easier to leave than to face it all. Plus, I was tired of the eighty-hour work weeks. I decided I was going to start enjoying my life and living it to the fullest. I couldn’t do that if I was the boss. And then you reached out at the right time.”
He nodded. “Do you ever see yourself walking away from all of this?” Again, he lifted his hands and motioned around the room.
Pulling my lower lip between my teeth, I thought about his question. It wasn’t lost on me how his eyes darted down to my mouth.
“If something better came along. Yes.”
“Something better?” He pushed off the windowsill.
I swallowed hard and took a step back as he drew closer to me.
“Such as?” he asked in a whispered voice.
“Love,” I answered honestly.
Mason stopped in front of me and searched my face. “Love?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“You can’t work and have love at the same time?”
“I could, yes. But if I ever met a man who I feel in love with and we decided to have children, I wouldn’t want to be a working mother. I want to give my husband and kids the life I had growing up. I loved that my mother was home when I got out of school. Or how she’d greet my father at the door each night with a kiss. I love my career, but it isn’t my dream.”
He brought his hand up and ran a piece of my blonde hair through his fingers. “You have to know that any man who wins your heart is going to be the luckiest son of a bitch ever.”
My breathing picked up and I attempted to slow it down. The pounding in my chest made it hard to think.
“I don’t think I’m all that special,” I finally managed to say in a soft voice.
Mason shook his head. “From the moment you ran into me down in the lobby, my entire world has turned upside down. I can’t stop thinking about you. Dreaming of what it would be like to wake up each morning with you in my arms. What your body would feel like under mine as I slowly made love to you.”
