Page 110 of Masked Sins
Checking my phone, I realize I have a text from Starboy.
Master
Please make yourself comfortable. I’ll be in shortly.
I sit down, crossing my legs and pulling the contract out of my purse. I place it on my lap and attempt to smooth it out. My eyes skim over the things I previously circled, and my foot taps my shin nervously as I wait for Starboy.
Is he tall?
Being nearly 5’9” means it’s definitely something that worries me—I like to wear heels, and I like the people I date to be taller than me when I do, and unfortunately finding men taller than 6’2” is rare. I tell myself that even if he is shorter than me, it doesn’t matter.
We’ve formed a real connection. His height wouldn’t change that.
I’m just turning over page forty where I’ve circled the term “nipple clamps” when the door behind the desk clicks open.
I don’t breathe—Ican’t.
My pulse spikes, and my heart thumps heavily in my chest as a man walks into the room.
It’s Starboy—he’s wearing the hoodie, dark pants, and the mask.
And he’stall.
I can tell by the way he nearly has to duck under the doorframe.
He stands there for a second, almost like he’s surprised to see me.
I’m sure I look like a deer in headlights…
The door closes behind him, and he takes a seat at the desk.
“Hi,” I say, immediately regretting that I spoke first.
He leans back, and it’s unnerving not knowing what he’s looking at. The lighting is too low to see his eyes clearly.
“Come here,”he signs, his veiny, golden hands forming the words.
“Should I bring the contract?”
He nods, and I stand, leaving my purse on the couch as I walk the contract over.
What does he think of me? Am I what he was expecting?
As I get closer, his eyes get clearer behind the mask—and the familiar blue color pierces straight down to my soul.
The same blue eyes that stared at me this morning.
It can’t be.
I walk slower, my mind racing.
No, this isn’t possible. It couldn’t be him. Could it?
One of his hands goes to the back of his neck, and the slightest hint of a black tattoo peeks out of the sleeve of his hoodie. He spreads his legs slightly, waiting for me to reach him.
The closer I get, the stronger the smoky tobacco smell becomes, anchoring me in a reality I’m not sure I’m ready to face.
There’s no way …
