Page 50 of City of Sin (Men of Manhattan 1)

I looked down at Mason's number in my phone. I didn't want to play games with him. Waiting around to hear from him was awful. So why wasn't I texting him?

"Are you going to call him or not?" Kendra said and sat down on the edge of my desk.

"I think I am." I bit the inside of my lip. Why did he have to be so hard to read? I thought I wanted to date a nice, normal guy after Patrick. Mason wasn't either of those things. But I couldn't stop thinking about him.

"So do it. It's been a day and a half. You've made him wait the proper amount of time. Any longer and he'll think you're not interested."

I turned my chair toward Kendra. "I'm just not sure if he's what I'm looking for."

"It's not like you have to marry him. Geez, Bee, you need to live a little."

"But what's the point of starting something if you don't see a future?"

"Um...to have fun? What is wrong with you?"

"I don't want to get hurt again." That's what I was worried about. Mason didn't do relationships. What if I fell for him? What if I ended up wanting more than whatever it was he was offering?

"Can I see something real quick?" Kendra gestured to my phone.

"Sure." I handed it to her and looked at the roses on my desk. They really were beautiful. I should at least text him and thank him for sending them. That was innocent enough.

"Okay, sent," she said and smiled at me.

"Wait, what? What did you just do?" I grabbed my phone out of her hand and looked down at the message she had just sent Mason: "What are your thoughts on having sex in the office?"

"Kendra!" I slapped her arm. "What is wrong with you?!"

She laughed. "I'm trying to get you laid."

"I was going to text him and thank him for the flowers."

"Which would not have gotten you laid."

"But I..." I stopped talking when my phone buzzed. Oh no. I clicked on the message that Mason had just sent me.

"I was wondering when you'd text me, Bee. Sex in the office? It depends on the partner. If you're suggesting the two of us, I think our sexual chemistry might just be perfect for that. I'm about ready for my lunch break, if that's an invitation."

I could feel my face flushing.

"What did he say?" Kendra asked.

"Nothing really."

She grabbed my phone again.

"Give it back, Kendra." She held it out of my reach and began typing again.

Damn it. Now that I knew what having a sibling would be like, I was glad I never had one. If she wasn't so much taller than me I'd be able to get it back. "Seriously, Kendra. He can't come here."

"Too late." She dropped my phone on my desk.

"What did you say to him?"

"Nothing really." She winked at me.

"I really hate you sometimes." I picked up my phone and read the text that she had sent Mason: "I think I know the perfect spot. See you soon."

"So where were you thinking?" Kendra asked.

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