Baseball.
Shagging my grandmother.
Eating worms.
“Yes, but...is everything okay?”
She’s right outside, and I act without thinking.
There’s no way I’m going out there and letting the entire staff of Giorgio Armani see me incapable of controlling my dick.
I whip open the door, tug her inside, ignore her gasp and slam it closed.
“What—”
“Lexi, I am not going out there with this.”I point at my erection, and her mouth snaps shut.
Quite the opposite of my fantasy, but at least she hasn’t laughed.Yet.
“Oh.”
“Yes, oh.”I slam my hands down on my hips.
Her eyes lift to mine.“I don’t know what you want me to do about it.Did you pull me in here to...do something about it?Because I think—”
“Lexi,” I rasp.“We both know you could assist and solve this problem very quickly but,” I run my eyes over her firm breasts and curse inwardly.
God, I have a lot of regrets when it comes to this gorgeous woman.
I wish I’d kept my mouth closed and taken her home the first night, taking time enjoying her gorgeous body, and mouth.
Before Harrow had burst the bubble.
Lexi stares at my cock, which doesn’t help, then leans her hip against the wall.It’s so damn sexy I almost reach for her dress and shove it up.
We aren’t alone.
This is not a private moment.
And I’ve hurt her.
Outside, the guys are bantering and giving each other shit.
“How come Mason gets personal treatment?”Zander calls out.
“But?”Lexi lifts a brow.“But you think I’m a whore, don’t you, Mason Kingsley?Fine, let’s play that out.”
My gaze darkens as I press my lips together, not willing to make a scene.
“One thousand dollars, and I’ll sort out your little problem, Mr.Kingsley.”She bites down on one of her long gold nails.
“What are you doing?”I growl.
“Ten Benjamins.”She steps forward, running her finger down my torso and whispers.“Pull out your cock, and I’ll lick your weeping cock and deal with your little problem.”
Fuck me.
“Lexi,” I softly growl, almost bursting through the fabric.Her angry eyes meet mine.“It’s not little, and that’s not what I think.”