Page 52 of City of Sin (Men of Manhattan 1)

"Stop it, Kendra," Bee hissed. "You're going to give him the wrong idea."

Too late.

"You asked him here to have sex with you. Stop being so prude," Kendra said.

"I did not. You did."

It was a good thing I had brought lunch without the thought of actually fucking her. Otherwise this would have really hurt my plan. I should have known Bee hadn't invited me here to fuck her in a storage closet. That wasn't exactly her style. At least, it wasn't how she wanted people to think of her. I'm sure I could have her coming in just a few minutes if we were alone somewhere on this floor. And now that it wasn't on the table, it made me want it even more. She was good. As much as I liked looking at Kendra fondling Bee's tits, my lunch break was only so long. "Hello, ladies."

When they turned toward me, Kendra pulled on Bee's shirt, undoing the top few buttons. I could see the top of Bee's perky breasts, just begging to come out. I quickly looked back up at her face, which was bright red. She put her hand on top of her chest.

"Oh, hi, Mason," she said.

I lifted up the bag in my hand. "As much as I loved your proposal, I only have thirty minutes until I need to be back at Blue Media. And thirty minutes isn't quite enough time." I winked at Kendra. Her face flushed too. This is too easy.

"Oh, shucks," Bee said. If possible, her face turned even redder. She was ridiculously cute when she was embarrassed.

I needed to focus. "I hope you're hungry. I picked up sandwiches from that little bistro down the street."

"Wait, Quest Bistro?"

"Mhm. Have you heard of it?" I already knew she had. Apparently it was her favorite lunch spot.

"It's my favorite. I always order grilled cheese and..."

"Tomato soup? You're kidding." I handed her the bag. "That's exactly what I always order." Not really. But Vargas was a genius. And I needed this angle.

"I'm pretty sure our taste buds are soul mates." She smiled shyly up at me.

"Well, I'm going to leave you two lovebirds alone. But I have heard that quite a few people have hooked up in the copy room," Kendra said before walking away.

"I'm so sorry about her," said Bee.

"I guess I'm supposed to assume you're not thinking about having sex with me right now?" I took my sandwich out of the bag and unwrapped the paper from it.

"Kendra actually sent that text."

"Oh, yeah I got that," I said and took a bite. I pushed the takeout bag back toward her. "But that doesn't really answer my question, Bee."

"What can I say? I'm a sex addict remember?"

I laughed. "I thought you were denying that?"

"I can't believe you like Quest Bistro too," she said, ignoring my comment. I watched her open up the lid on the soup. There was a faint tan line where her engagement ring once was. For a second I felt slightly guilty. But just slightly, and only for a second. I had done her a favor. And I was going to show her why settling for Patrick would have been a mistake. She needed a man. What she needed was me.

"I go there for lunch all the time," I lied. But the sandwich was fantastic. Maybe our taste buds were soul mates. Soul mates. There was no such thing as a soul mate.

"It's weird that we never ran into each other before our blind date."

"Well, technically we did. You hailed me a taxi."

"So you admit it?"

"Of course I admit it. Although, you kind of gave it to me."

"You're the worst." She took a bite of the sandwich. "Or the best. This is just what I wanted today. So much better than peanut butter and jelly."

I laughed.

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