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“So, you’re eating lasagna that some stranger just dropped off for you?” I recoil. “Creepy. And probably not the smartest move.”
“Didn’t say she was a stranger. Met her on an app.” Felix waggles his brows.
I give him a shove, willing him to stop doing that gross thing with his face. “Ew. Don’t do that.” My eyes dart back to his meal. “And still no less creepy, if you ask me.”
The microwave beeps and Mason takes his soggy, disgusting pizza roll and plops it down on a paper plate next to me at the table. Over-radiated marinara sauce oozes out of the sides, bubbling and crusting where it’s burnt to the plate.
Mason pokes at his food with his finger while Felix and I both just stare at his meal with pity. I don’t even think a dumpster diving rodent would touch that thing. Good grief. Does that man not listen to anything I tell him?
Felix’s phone beeps, abruptly breaking our food staring contest. “I gotta deal with this.” He gets up from his seat.
“Ooh. Is it Lasagna Girl?” I tease.
My brother just waves me off. “Mind your business.” He ducks out of the break room. Probably to go have phone sex in his office, knowing him.Again, ew.
The silence here in the break room builds, the heavy awkwardness spreading like a suffocating blanket between Mason and me. After the steamy moment in the kitchen back at home this morning, things are considerably tenser than usual.
Big shocker.
I won’t lie—it took a strength I didn’t know I had to turn down Mason’s offer. ‘Cause to be perfectly honest, I have had many fantasies over the past week about the sort of sexual activities that might help out with those headaches of his.
Don’t think about that, Karli. Don’t think about it. Can’t afford to get my panties all soggy again.
I take another forkful of my lunch as the man continues to reluctantly poke at his own food, taking little, hesitant bites.
“I can’t watch this anymore.”
When I reach over and push the super sad pizza pocket away from him, his head whips up and he just stares at me. I hand him my fork and push my bowl closer to him.
His eyes meet mine, hopeful and eager. “You sure?”
Suppressing a smile, I nod.
It takes no more convincing than that. Mason grabs my fork and hungrily digs into my pork and veggie stir-fry.
“Thanks,” he tells me between greedy bites. “This tastes great, Karli. I’m serious; you need to box it up and sell it.” He lavishes my cooking skills with praise, adding a little moan at the end.A tingle runs through my nervous system, top to bottom.
For heaven’s sake! He can’t just go around making sex noises like that. Doesn’t he know the effect he has on me? Doesn’t he know that one of his dimpled smiles is all it takes to make my pussy ache? Damn this guy.
So now I’m thinking about how he pressed himself against me in the kitchen this morning, while he was still breathless and sweaty from his run. And how I wanted to lick him clean.
There’s one thing I’ve noticed about Mason. He never stinks. Ever. Not anything like the grotesque, rotten boys I grew up with. This morning, his blazing pheromones set my body on fire.
My god. It’s been way too long since I last masturbated. I’m gonna need to pencil that into my schedule.
I clear my throat, discreetly shaking myself out of my thoughts. “Not sure I can take any of that as a compliment. I’m starting to think you’ll eat anything.” I side-eye Mason’s pizza roll. “That thing is already stinking up the break room.”
He rolls his eyes. “Why are you such a little shit-talker?” He can barely swallow one bite before he’s shoveling another into his face. “How about you just say ‘thank you’ for the compliment? Sheesh!”
“Thank you,” I say exaggeratedly. “Still waiting for you to bake for me like you promised, by the way. I won’t complain if you make some of your grandma’s famous chocolate mousse pie,” I only half-joke as I take a sip of my sparkling water.
“Oh, I’m onto you, Karli Brighton.” Mason laughs heartily. “Trying to weasel your way into my family recipes, I see.”
I shrug. “What can I say? I like that chocolate mousse pie. I’m invested.”
Felix strolls back into the break room, just in time to see Mason chowing down on my bowl of lunch as the two of us giggle together, sitting way too close.
My brother drops down into his seat, his eyes darting between me and his best friend.
