Page 8 of Meet Mason, the Billionaire

I put out a few more feelers, but they were unlikely to bear fruit quickly. I finally sank into my bed and caught a few hours of sleep.

Stan woke me up after dark. The city had come to life with light, and I felt somewhat better, though to be honest I could have stood to sleep a little longer.

“What is it?” I said by way of greeting.

“It’s what you make of it.”

“Stan, I just woke up, I’m not able to mentally spar with you. Just tell me what you want?”

“You’re no fun. Which is why you’re coming with us to The Cheddar tonight.”

“Who’s us?”

“Me, Chandler, and a twin set of Norwegian underwear models you have to see to believe.”

I grunted. “I’ve seen a lot, Stan.”

“I know you have, and yet, I still called you to offer this incredible opportunity.”

“Your math is a little off, Stan. Twins come in pairs, and there’s three of us, and while I like you, Stan, I’m not interested in your sloppy seconds.”

“No worries. Nobody has to worry about sloppy seconds, because Chandler has it bad for one of the bartender chicks there.”

“You’re kidding. Chandler doesn’t get soft spots for chicks, he only gets hard spots.”

“Yeah, here’s the real kicker. Chandler’s too scared to talk to her.”

“Bullshit.”

“No bullshit. In fact, he doesn’t even want to admit that he likes her.”

“Then how do you know that he actually does?”

“Trust me, man. For one thing, he keeps wanting to go to the Cheddar.”

“So?”

He blew out a sigh. “SOOOOO we had to drag Chandler in there kicking and screaming the first time, remember? ‘Man, I hate the fucking Cheddar.’ You don’t’ remember any of this?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Trust me, he’s got it bad for this chick.”

“Or maybe they just have really good tater skins?”

“Are you coming out or not?”

I thought about it for a long moment, then nodded. “Sure. I’ll meet you there.”

“All right. Don’t be late. Did I mention these twins don’t speak one lick of English?”

“Then what are we going to talk about?”

“T-Talk?” Stan sputtered. “Talk? Oh, wait, I get it. Good rib, dude. I’ll see you there.”

The call ended and I tossed the phone on my mattress. I stood up and stretched, then fell to the floor for my customary two hundred push-ups and three hundred sit-ups. It didn’t matter that I’d only slept a few hours, I’d skipped my regimen that morning.

I jumped into the shower to wash off my sweat, and got to thinking about Megan. That had been the most amazing, mostly clothed quick and dirty sex I’d ever had. I found myself wanting to feel her again, to see more of that amazing body…

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