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“Apologize,” Mason growls. His voice is low and deep. It makes my stomach flutter. I want to feel that voice between my legs. Vibrating against my lady parts as his tongue flicks across my entrance.
“W-w-what?” The man bites his lips. He laughs nervously. “Apologize for what?”
“For swearing in front of this lady, Clyde,” Mason says. “Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?”
The man called Clyde looks at me. His eyes are wide open. Full of fear.
Clyde…
The name rings a bell.
Then it suddenly hits me.
This is the governor. That’s why he looks familiar.
I can barely believe my eyes as he looks at me and the words start to tumble out his mouth. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” he says. “I don’t know what came over me. I swear, it’ll never happen again. It just kind of slipped out before I knew what I was saying.”
“That’s okay,” I say. “We all curse from time to time.”
“No,” Mason says, taking the governor's chin in his hand and forcing him to meet his eyes. “It’s not alright. Now, get the fuck out of my sight before I tear you limb from limb.”
“But what about your support?” he whimpers. “What about the donations? This problem, it’s time-sensitive, you know that!”
Mason turns to look at me. The fierce possessive power of his gaze turns my legs to jelly. “This woman is in trouble. I need to help her. That’s all that matters now. That’s all I care about. Have your guys reach out to my guys. Someone else can handle your mess. As far as I’m concerned this matter is officially over.”
Governor Clyde stumbles out of the room. I can tell he wants to say something else, but he’s too afraid.
There’s something about Mason. He’s not just rich and powerful. He’s savage. Like something out of a different time. When men roamed the wild with axes and spears and they eat what they killed with blood running down their chins and their dicks hanging out from beneath their skimpy savage skirts.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I say.
“Yes,” he sits down on a chair and closes his eyes. He breathes in gently through his nose a few times. Like he’s meditating. I can’t help but look at his fingers. They’re so long and thick and strong looking. I bet he could pick me up with one hand if he wanted to. “I did.”
I sit down on a chair facing him. The sun hits the side of his face just right. He looks like something out of a dream. A really good dream. Except, he’s wearing all his clothes, and there’s no way I’d dream about him any way but naked.
When he opens his eyes, I almost leap out of my chair.
“Sorry,” I say, looking away. I’m sure my cheeks are bright pink. I don’t want him to see me like this. I wish I could have turned up in a ball gown after having my hair done and my nails done and spending all day at the spa. Instead, I’m sitting in front of him with blood and mud on my hands and in a dirty torn dress. “I didn’t mean to look at you like that. It’s been such a crazy morning. I don’t know what to do.”
He stands up and then kneels down before me. He’s so tall, our eyes are exactly in line. I’m tempted to wrap my arms around this neck and kiss him. But there are more important things to take care of first.
“Start from the beginning,” he says. “Tell me everything.”
3
Mason
It’sfive in the morning. I’m driving through the desert at a hundred a fifty miles an hour. The sun is big and pink and purple and orange and it’s slowly climbing up from behind the mountains in front of me. I’m wearing my Ray-Bans on. My leather jacket. A gun on each side of me and a shotgun in the back with my name on it. Bruce is in the passenger seat, and Karl, another one of my old SEAL buddies is sitting in the back smoking a cigar and smiling.
“Just like old times,” he says. “Except now you two fuckers spend all day walking around in fancy suits and watching the stock market.”
He lets out a laugh. Crackly. Stained and strained with the strength of a thousand cigarettes and twice as many whiskies.
He’s right though. This does feel like old times.
I’ve been spending too long in board rooms recently. Forgotten who I am. Where I come from.
The energy coursing through me is primal. I feel more alive than I’ve felt in years.
