Page 17 of Meet Mason, the Billionaire

“Are you trying to say Android?”

“I said what I said. Wait, what question were we on?”

“I lost track. Besides…” his voice took on that velvety quality that had me shivering the first night we met. “I’d like to ask you a few questions.”

“All right, fair is fair. Ask away.”

“What do you like in bed?”

I dropped my phone in my lap and hastily collected it back. “Excuse me?”

“I know you’re not a blushing virgin—”

“Obviously.”

“—so it’s a valid question. But if you don’t want to answer, I’ll ask something else.”

“No, no, it’s fine.”

It’s a bit too late to be a prude, Megan.

“I like… well, I like a lot of things.”

“I’m here to listen,” he said and we both laughed.

“Hmm. Well, I like it when a guy goes down on me without being asked—a real plus mark for you, by the way—and I like it… well…”

“I’m listening.”

I felt a shiver run down my spine.

“I like it when a guy just…takes chargein bed, you know?” I swallowed hard. “You know.”

“I see. Good thing for me is that I like being in charge.”

I sat cross-legged on the sofa, and started rocking against my heel, rubbing it against my crotch.

“Well, then,” I said anxiously, yet hopefully. “At least we understand each other.”

“At least we do,” he said in a breathy voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll see you at five.”

“See you.”

The call ended, and I laid back on the sofa and stretched out.

You, Megan, are luckier than you deserve.

Chapter Eight

Mason

I didn’t have the time to change between the office and picking up Megan. I hoped that I wouldn’t be overdressed when we went to the theater. I did doff my tie and unbutton my silk shirt a few buttons, but I kept the blazer. I looked good in that blazer.

I had my driver pick me up from the office in a white limo with minimum stretch. It was a matter of practicality, as Megan lived on a very narrow, one-way street.

Serendipitously enough, I bumped into a man on the street outside her place selling flowers. I bought a bouquet of colorful peonies and took the stairs up to her floor.

I rapped on the door and waited. I noticed my palms were sweaty, so I wiped them dry. The door opened and Megan stood there, a vision from a daydream if ever there were one.

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