Am I flirting with Mason Mackendale?
No, no.
What a stupid thought.
“Anyway, I won’t keep you,” he growls after a moment, that same look of fury flickering across his face again.
“Um, okay,” I murmur, but he’s already turned around and strode back into the gym.
I stand there for a moment, feeling foolish for thinking there was ever a spark of chemistry between us.
Of course there freaking isn’t.
He’s Mason Mackendale.
That’s like some peasant in medieval times thinking the prince was interested in her.
Maybe it happens in fairytales, but not in real life.
I still can’t work out what I’d said to make him angry, though, as I navigate through the office and finally find my way to Natalie’s door.
Maybe he’s just having a bad day, I assure myself.
It probably has nothing to do with me. He’s got a lot on his mind, especially with the newspapers enjoying an absolute all-you-can-print buffet over the malfunctioning cellphone.
I take a deep breath and knock on Natalie’s door, trying to push Mason from my mind.
And then I have to laugh under my breath.
Yeah right.
Like I’m going to be able to stop thinking about him just like that.
Already my mind is going over how he looked in the gym, his sweat-slick clothes, the spark in his fjord-colored eyes.
CHAPTER THREE
Mason
I let the shower water blast over me coldly, my manhood still rock hard even after ten minutes of standing under the icy flow. I try to tug my mind away from the way Melody sassed me, the spark in her expression, the vivaciousness imbuing every part of her.
When I saw her watching me in the gym, it took everything I have not to charge out there and drag her over to the weights’ bench.
Bend her over.
Strip her bare.
And take her, take every part of her.
I’ve never had this level of lustful captivity over a woman before, never even knew it was possible, but as my mind returns again and again to Melody I just can’t help myself anymore.
I grab my cock and picture her in her tight-fitting black skirt, hugging closely to hips that were made for grabbing and for bearing me beautiful, intelligent children, whilst hammering into her sweet wet heat.
I imagine spinning her around and hiking her skirt around her hips, taking her dirtily right there in the hallway, tearing a …
Fuck, oh, fuck.
Tearing a goddamned hole in her tights and then yanking her panties so they snap, revealing the precious pinkness of her pussy. I imagine the way she’d moan and writhe and beg for more as I pumped my cock inside of her, crushing those round full ass cheeks.
I grunt as my come shoots all over the wall of my private shower, already regretting wasting the seed on the wall when the only place it belongs is inside her greedy womb.
I finish my shower and then get dressed in a sleek silver-colored suit, trying to make myself think about the hacking, which the diagnostics team has now confirmed it was.
Somebody planted malware on the phone. But it’s advanced stuff. It’s going to be a while until we know more.
What was the point of being one of the most advanced tech companies in the world if people could pull shit like this?
“They’ll get it, bro,” Nat said to me last night as she cut into her steak, Lyle nodding his support. “Just give them time.”
But more time is the last thing I need, with the press hounding me, and with Melody hounding my thoughts.
I need to focus on this PR hell-storm and yet I can’t not think about Melody, as though my mind is pure metal and she’s a magnet, pulling me to her again and again.
I end up at my desk, logging into the CCTV feed and rewinding to about forty-five minutes ago when Melody would have been arriving.
I navigate to the garage footage and see her walking toward the elevator with a harried, cute-as-fuck look on her face.
If I thought the self-indulgence in the shower was going to douse my flame for her, I was dead wrong, because the second I see those wide alluring hips again I turn feral.
I have to bite down to stop from letting out a carnal groan.
There’s a hungry need inside of me, an urge I’ve never felt before and know I can’t ignore, not even if I wanted to.
I close the CCTV footage and open the internal Spark messaging system.
Sis, can you ask Melody to swing by my office before she leaves?
My finger hovers over the ‘send’ button, and then I stand up and walk to the window, putting my hands behind my back as though that will stop me from making this play.
I’ve always told myself that entanglements will only lead to complications, that I have to be completely focused on the business unless I want to open a Pandora’s Box of relationship crap I have no desire to deal with.
But when my mind flows over Melody, her sassiness, her fieriness, the nerves hiding behind her mask, and a body that would be hot even in the most furious fire, I feel my attitude toward it all shifting.
I look down over the city, this city that was once my prison and is now my playground, and then I turn and walk back to my desk and hammer the send button so hard I’m surprised when the keyboard doesn’t snap in half.
Natalie fires back after a couple of minutes.
Of course, I will, lover boy.
I groan, rolling my eyes and yet smirking despite myself.
So Natalie has sensed something, perhaps a change in me since I ran into Melody the last time. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. My little sister knows me better than anybody.
We were all each other had growing up, after Mom and Dad …
I shake my head and grit my teeth.
Why the fuck would you want to go there?
I return to my computer and get some work done, but my gaze keeps straying to the door,
