Chapter 5

Mason's POV

Alexis didn't come up for breakfast like she usually does every weekend so instead I pack up a plate for her and take it downstairs. I just hope I didn't make things super weird because of the conversation last night.

Her apartment door is open. Well ajar, it's closed but also unlocked. I take note to talk to her about closing her door all the time. It's a safe neighbourhood and there's also security in the building but you can never be too safe.

Her bedroom door is open, but I knock anyway. "Come in," she says, and when I open the door all the way, I'm not ready to take this test. No fucking way can I pass it.

"Did you need a towel to go with the dishtowel you're using?" I ask, because humor production is the only way I can deal with the fact that she has the world's tiniest towel clinched around her tits.

"Oh," she says, glancing down as she tugs upward on the material. "Hilda forgot to put the towels in the bathroom. The only towel left was this one. I think it might be a hand towel." She explains.

Hilda is the house keeper, she comes three times a week to clean the apartment.

That also explains why the door was open, Hilda is somewhere around cleaning.

"Safe bet," I say, as she tries to adjust the small material covering her prized possessions and hitting her upper thigh on the other end. As she does, she kills all my good work of the last few days trying not to think about her naked because she winds up revealing even more of that perfect, creamy flesh. The swell of her breasts is unveiled. My mouth waters. I drool.

"I brought you breakfast, you didn't come up." I say as I turn away because I needed to stop looking at her before it got weird.

"Thanks, woke up late and I'm going shopping with Beth, Angie and Fiona." She explains as she goes into her closet.

"The breakfast will be in the kitchen, so Uhnmm I'll see you later." I say before I leave. I need some time away from her because I'm acting crazy and having sexual thoughts I shouldn't be having about my friend.

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It's a Saturday but I go into the office barely work on a few things, then I end up spending the whole day with Nick and Luke which takes my mind off Alexis only for a few hours and now I'm back at my apartment and I'm back to thinking about her. I debated on whether to stop by her place to check up on her but I decide against it and just go up to my place.

Opening the door to my apartment I find Alexis waiting for me, sitting on the couch talking on her cellphone.

"You're here?" I ask walking in and sitting beside her. We both had keys to each other's place so it wasn't a surprise she was here.

"Bye, Jess I'll call you later." She says ending the call.

"Yeah just got up here about 10 minutes ago, thought you were back." She explains.

"So how was your day?" She asks.

"Just watched a game at Nick's place, I'm so tired." I say groaning.

"You want a massage, I've been told I have magic fingers." Alexis says as she playfully wiggles her fingers in my face.

"Go on," I say shifting in a way she can easily massage my shoulders.

"Your shoulders are tight," she says, her breath soft, tickling my neck.

"Yeah." I whisper savoring her fingers on me.

But when her thumbs dig into my muscles, I don't think anymore. I shut off my mind and give in to the extraordinary feeling of her hands on me. I moan and murmur, "Feels so good."

I can sense her shifting behind me. Moving her face closer. Her lips are near my hair. "Good. Let me make you feel better."

She makes me feel worlds better, even though I didn't really feel bad. But I feel spectacular as she works my shoulders. It's better than good. It's good everywhere.

It's arousing.

It's a turn-on.

With my eyes closed and her hands massaging me, my mind floats away, picturing her sliding her hands down my chest, reaching for the bottom of my T-shirt, tugging it over my head.

My dick hardens more as I imagine her return route—those soft  hands playing across my abs, traveling up my stomach to my pecs, exploring me.

I let out a breath. It sounds like a turned-on groan. Because I don't stop the fantasy there. As she touches me, I imagine her hands gliding into my hair, her lips brushing across my neck, her scent everywhere.

And then I imagine myself doing the next logical thing.

The only thing. Flipping around, sliding her under me, pinning her wrists above her head.

And fucking her.

Even though I'm only her friend, even though I'm keeping it on the level, all signs in my head and body point to a different agenda.

Alexis Crawford turns me on, and that's a big fucking problem.

Thank God, her cellphone rings pulling me away from my thoughts before I did what I was imagining doing.

She pulls her hand away from my shoulder, and suddenly everything feels empty.

"It's Fiona calling to update me on her date, I'll go downstairs to my apartment." She says getting and answering the call.

Okay this is too much, maybe I should start dating. I honestly don't want to ruin our friendship because Alexis means so much to me to ruin us by giving into my sexual thoughts.