Chapter 6

Mason

I’ve never paid for the privilege of coming before. My pride’s torn in two about it. On one hand, that was the single hottest moment I’ve ever experienced with another woman. On the other, it was over too fast and likely faked on her end.

Once my phone fell over, I closed the chat before she could say another word and shot her two grand.

That’s when confusion set in.

Did I pay my maid to make me come over the phone?

Did I get off on the slim chance that she actually orgasmed with me?

Am I really considering buying the site she uses just so I can own a piece of her?

Wow. I’m a dick.

The worst part about all this is the shame I keep waiting to show up. It’s been a week since I had that live chat with Daisy Fucking Ren and still all I feel is desire to do it all over again. Humiliation and embarrassment haven’t hit at all. Probably because I used a fake name, and she didn’t see my face.

I’d never reveal my identity on a site like that. Shit, my entire social circle would keel over if they knew the kinks I have.

On second thought, maybe I should out myself and let them drop like flies. It would make my life so much simpler.

When I hear the elevator door ding, my focus doubles down on the business proposal I’ve been staring at for over an hour. I’m going to Hell for the shit I’m about to pull, but I can’t help myself. I want to see if I can catch Leah’s attention, and this is my piss poor way of attempting that.

My front door opens and in walks Leah with her cart of cleaning equipment. Instead of coming straight to me, like I fantasize, she heads to the kitchen first. I suck at playing pretend, so acting like I don’t care that she’s here isn’t something I’m capable of.

Leah walks by the massive bouquet of daisies with her name on them that’s sitting in the center of my kitchen island.

Hope inflates my chest until she ignores the display and keeps her back turned towards me.

That’s irritating.

The sound of her cart rolling across the tile irks me, too.

Is my condo always this quiet in here, or is Leah’s mere presence making it extra loud?

Pushing away from my desk, I make my way into the living room. Leah turns around and I’m not sure who’s shocked more.

Her, seeing me. Or me, for what she’s fucking wearing.

“Damnit, Mason!” Leah plucks her earbuds out. “You scared the shit out of me! Again . Are you trying to give me a heart attack or are you that much of a creeper?”

All I can do is stare at her.

“Hello. Earth to Mason.” She waves her hands in my face. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I should ask you that.” I jab a finger at her outfit. “Tell me you only wear that abomination because you use bleach all day.”

She smooths the jersey down over her phenomenal figure. “What? You’re not a Yankees fan?”

My gaze narrows. “Don’t even mention them in my house.”

The smiles she’s failing to hide cues me in that she did this on purpose. Which means she knows I’m a Red Sox fan. And the only way she’d know that is if she researched me.

My dick hardens.

“I’m in the middle of a good book, so I won’t disturb you today with a concert, Mr. Finch.” Leah grabs her dust rag and gets back to work like I’m not standing here with my jaw on the floor.

I zero in on her shapely legs. Is she even wearing shorts under that fucking jersey?

I don’t want to know. I’ll turn into an animal about it, regardless of the answer.

This sneaky minx thought she could ruffle me by wearing that jersey, and it’s worked. Everything about this woman cranks my lust into high gear. I’m hungry for her. Starved.

Fuuuuck. Eating her would be so—

Nope. Don’t go there, Mason. You just opened a door you need to slam shut and padlock .

Dragging a hand over my face, I count to ten and force myself to sit at my desk and get back to work. Leah has a job to do and so do I. She’ll see the flowers I bought her soon enough. Maybe when she does, this pathetic game we’re both attempting to play will end and the real fun can begin.

Minutes tick by and it gets harder and harder to sit still. She isn’t in the living room anymore. Where has she gone? I strain my ears for any noise she’ll make.

Stop being so desperate, Mason. You’re better than this .

I used to have more patience than this. Fuck it. I’m going for her.

Pushing out of my chair, my heart jumps at the sound of glass shattering.

“ Leah !” I run out of my office faster than lightning.