Page 104 of Obeying Mr Kingsley
That’s when I got to see his home properly, and wow, it’s even better than I thought last night.
Mason led me, dressed in his pale blue button-down, back downstairs, where he’d set up a large glass dining room table with orange juice, eggs, bacon, pancakes, maple syrup, an arrangement of summer fruits and coffee.There was enough to feed ten people.He pulled me onto his lap, where he ate while sliding his fingers inside my pussy.
This man.
My god, I had no idea it could be like this.
Turning on some music, we sat out on the balcony and swam in the heated pool for a few hours, then headed back inside and watched a movie.
Talk about the perfect day.
Sure, we had sex, but in between we talked.
“Have you been to Europe?”I asked.
“Yes.Not everywhere, but a few places,” Mason answered.
“What’s left on your bucket list?”
He didn’t answer immediately, then glanced out across the city as if he could see it all in front of him.Like a movie, or perhaps he’d been transported in his mind.
“Italy.I’ve been, but I want to go again and just spend a year in a small village eating cheese and drinking Italian wine.Grow a beard, walk miles every day, soak in the ocean.”
“I can’t see you doing that.”I shrugged.
“That’s exactly why I want to do it.”Mason turned his gaze back to me.
“Because it’s the opposite of who you are now?”I lowered my brow, confused.
“Staying in a comfort zone doesn’t allow you to grow.Plus...”—he mindlessly played with my hand— “I’m not just some billionaire city boy.”
“Well, you are.”
“No.That is where I live.That is my bank balance.It’s notwhoI am,” Mason insisted.
Tilting my head, I took in the incredibly handsome shirtless man before me and nodded.
“I know.”
“Do you?”
Yeah, I did.I felt it.To me, he was just Mason.We could have been sitting in a dirty old apartment instead of this insanely beautiful and very expensive penthouse.He’d still be just Mason.
Saying that, showing him a hint of the feelings I had for him, would be a dangerous move.It would make me feel even more vulnerable than I already did.And force a conversation neither of us needed to have.
I was leaving.
And Mason was going to let me.
Tonight, however, he’d turned back into that protective monster and was trying to coerce me into quitting my job.
It’s six already, and I need to go home and get ready to start work in an hour.
“Stop putting clothes on.You are not leaving.”
Lord help me.
“Mason Kingsley, you’re not my boss,” I say, pulling on my pants.
