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“No, it’s fine I just remembered I have soet around to it,” I continue, putting on one polite sh , anyway

I’et up frorabs er… It’ll be fun, I pro at me ide eyes If I was uncomfortable before, now I’m way beyond that

“I suggest you let go of the lady,” someone says from behind us, and I look back overall black, even his shirt and tie are black, and his suit clings to his body as if he came into the world dressed just like that Classy, but at the saant and modern

His hair is groomed with a kind of perfect carelessness, and his full lips form a serious but relaxed line as he st

ares down Robert Even though his blue eyes are two orbs of veiled threat right now, I can see the gentleness they hide in theive hiine that he’s the right kind of e Ain another life He isn’t a king, but of one thing I’m sure: a man like hioes Oh, also, his name is Mason Kane, and he’s my boss

Now, he probably doesn’t even knoho I airl in his army or interns, but I knoho he is I mean, who doesn’t knoho Mason Kane is? I’ve just never been this close to him

“Mind your own business,” Robert tells Mason, springing up to his feet and letting go of my forearm

“Or what?” Mason tells hilass of whisky He takes the glass to his lips and, throwing his head back, downs the whole thing at once and goes to staring at Robert with one eyebrow raised

“I…” Robert starts to sta froer and then back todown as he doesn’t seem to find any words inside his pretty—but empty—head “Fuck it I’ his lips and turning on his heels “Callover his shoulder before bolting out of the bar as if his jacket was on fire Good riddance

Sighing loudly, I sit back down on ulp out ofalone could be better than being on a date? The answer flashes through my mind as I look at theforward, drinking another glass of whisky as if the whole situation between me, Robert, and hioing up to lass of wine in my hand, I walk up to the counter and sit down on the stool next to him

“Thank you,” I say, running lances atto turn his body, and waves with his own glass

“No problem,” he responds with a ser to find out ues h to beanything wrong here… Besides, even though he’s probably in his late thirties, early forties, he doesn’t look anything like his age Oh, no, he looks like one of those Hollywood stars that don’t ever see about him, an aura of… power? Do out

“Becca,” I introduce ain, his eyes slowly going down fronize me from the office, it seems, but a soft smile appears on his lips and he finally reaches for entle handshake

“Mason,” he tellsbehind his eyes “So, Becca,” he continues, turning his whole body toward uy like that?” My heart starts galloping inside my chest as I realize that I finally have his attention S, I drink the rest of my hile I ponder my next words

“Waiting for so into a veiled grin I really don’t knohy I’ so hard to flirt with him; I just know that I have to do it