Page 7 of Playing with the Boss
Mason opens the door, again gesturing for me to go first. I slide on to the luxury leather seat—my first time in a corporate cab—and wait as he does so also. His presence seems to suck the air from the car, everything about the man commanding and oozing control.
He gives our driver the address for his hotel and then relaxes into the seat. With his legs slung so wide, he intrudes over my side of the seat. I tilt my hips toward the door so as not to knock knees with the guy.
Just because my hands itch with desperation to pick up where we left off last week, doesn’t mean I can’t keep some level of dignity. After all, first and foremost this is supposed to be an evening for me to show why I’m worthy of keeping my job.
Isn’t it?
“How often do you frequent the bar I saw you at last weekend?” Mason stares out his window as he asks the question.
I frown and then twist my lips to one side before answering. “Emma and I go most Saturday nights.” Is this a test? One of his ways to judge my character? “Why?”
“I want to know I’m not dealing with a loose woman.” He turns to look at me when I gasp. “You’ll forgive me for having such doubts after how we met.”
I really can’t argue that. Damn it.
“You perhaps could have asked the question a little more subtly, or maybe in an entirely different way… like not at all,” I sass.
“Touchy.”
“How often do you sleep with strangers in bars?” I add a little head wiggle to my question.
He smirks, leaning across the seat to whisper, “I don’t ‘sleep’ with women in bars. I fuck them. Slightly awkward to do anything but that.”
“Pig.”
“Tease.”
I lift an eyebrow, gaze falling to his full lips that hover mere inches from mine. The memory of his taste takes me by surprise, and to my horror, my tongue tingles at the thought of kissing him again.
I swallow back the urge and lean away to look out my window. “Not far now.”
“You know the place?”
“Of course.” His hotel is one of few five-star stays in the city. “The company must have quite the budget spare after all if they put you up there.”
“Perks of being away from home for so long.”
“And what is at home?” I fist my hands in my lap, preparing for the answer. He doesn’t wear a ring, but with some men that means nothing.
A low chuckle fills the cab as our driver eases us into the sweeping laneway out the front of the hotel.
“Would you like to know if I’m married?” Mason asks.
I give a little shake of my head as though to ask, “Well?”
He smiles, setting a firm hand on my knee to stroke my thigh through the material as he answers. “No, Lisa. I’m not.” His fingers squeeze hard, demanding. “No children, either. I’m completely yours.”
“No strings attached then?” He didn’t say no girlfriend.
Mason withdraws his touch and then reaches for his door. “I never said that.”
I’m left contemplating my options as he exits the cab. I could ask the driver to take me home and blow off this cocky son of a bitch, but then again… that ass.
Live a little, Lisa. He’s asked me out after hours for a reason. I’m a sales executive. Nothing about my position is important enough to blow off drinks with management so that only leaves me with one logical reason for this.
He really does want to pick up where we left off last weekend.
Get out of the cab, Lisa.
Now.