Chapter 6

Alex's POV

I haven't seen Mason this whole week only briefly for breakfast at his place but today he invited me to a company party, his Father is retiring and he is taking over the CEO title. Actually his mom also called and invited me, she had asked me to lunch but I was busy with work so I couldn't go but I'll be seeing her and his dad today at the party.

I got off work early and went home to dress up, I wore a long cocktail red dress with spaghetti straps, did my makeup and hair and paired everything up with my favorite high heels.

When I reached the venue, I texted Mason telling him I was outside and he came to walk in with me.

"You look gorgeous," he says staring at me taking me all in while I blushed under his gaze.

"Thank you, you look okay." I say smiling playfully.

We walk in and we go to his parents first.

"Alexis! My darling." His mom Angie says bringing me in a tight hug.

"You look so beautiful honey." She adds smiling.

"Thank you auntie, you look fabulous too." I say to her.

"Thank you." She says with a smile.

"Jackson come say hi to Alexis," she says to Mason's dad who was conversing with some people.

"Alexis! How have you been?" Mason's dad says as he give me a hug. "Just played golf with your father yesterday before we took our flight to New York." He adds.

"I've been fine, and you?" I ask.

"Fine too, can't wait to start retirement." He says. "I trust Mason has been making you comfortable around New York?" He asks.

"Yes he has." I say with a smile looking over at Mason who looks irritated.

"Come Alexis I'll show you around." Mason says pulling me away from his parents.

So what's up you look irritated. I say looking at Mason as we walk around.

"Just my dad and also the board and also the whole company." Mason says looking around.

"So basically everyone." I say with a smile to ease his tension.

"I'm taking over from my father as the CEO, my dad believes I can do it but also micro manages my every decision. Then there's the board, they think I'm too young to take over and then there's an article that was published today 'Jackson Davis retires at 60 and his son Mason Davis takes up the Davis family empire qualified or not, let's watch out.'" Mason explains looking frustrated.

"Hey." I say reaching for his arm and entwining it in mine. "But do you want to do this?" I ask and he nods yes instantly. "Everything is going to be fine then, and you can do it. I believe in you. All you have to do is tune out everyone and just do you." I say and Mason smiles, really smiles. I feel his body relax against mine suddenly everything is right in the world, I just want him happy.

We then walk around for a bit, he introduces me to a few people. The venue is grand with high ceilings and beautiful, low hanging chandeliers. Huge vases of beautiful pink and cream fresh flowers sit on every table alongside lit candles. Glamorous people in black tie are standing everywhere.

A waiter walks past with a silver tray of champagne.

"Champagne, sir."

"Thank you." Mason takes two and passes one to me.

He introduces me to more people before we then go back to the bar taking another glass of champagne. Someone sends me a text and I check it to see it Fiona.

I smile reading her text, she is telling me about how she just had sex with a guy in a bar bathroom.

"Why are you smiling?" Mason asks.

"It's Fiona." I say with a smile. "She's telling me about her recent sexcapedes." I add.

"Do guys talk about their sex adventures?" I ask turning to Mason.

"Some do, some don't." He says with a smile.

"Do you?" I ask.

He doesn't answer me instead he just stares at me with a wide grin.

"Do you have any sex adventure stories?" He asks.

"No, honestly my sex life has been pretty vanilla." I say laughing awkwardly.

"Really?" He asks looking surprised.

He stares at me in disbelief. "Alexis, just how vanilla is your sex life?"

I widen my eyes. "Well, very vanilla from what I've tried."

He sips his champagne as if fascinated. "And you like vanilla sex?"

"Not really." I shrug. "I've never thought about it before. I guess I'm waiting for a big, bad man to teach me bad things."

His eyes hold mine, looking at me a little shocked.

"Anyway, I forget what sex is even like." I say looking away from his penetrating gaze.

"How long since you have had it?"

"Almost a year."

"You haven't had sex in a year?" he gasps.

I start to answer but his mother calls us over cutting our conversation short, thank God.

An hour later we had finished with the party and we drove home together.

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The elevator doors open and we make our way down the corridor. Mason opens the door to my apartment and we walk in. I go straight to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water, while he goes to the fridge to grab something, it's ice cream those chocolate covered magnums which I don't remember buying he must have bought it and put it in my fridge.

"You want?" He opens one and holds it up for me. I open my mouth and he puts it in.

"Hmm." I close my eyes at the rich creamy taste. "Delicious."

His eyes darken as he watches me suck on it.

He takes his jacket off, undoes his tie and top few buttons. I take another sip of my water.

While I watch him take off his shoes and then undo his belt and slowly slide it off.

My breath catches. Why am I noticing how masculine he suddenly is? I mean I have noticed it for a while but right now I feel it everywhere.

"I need to get out of this dress," I say as I shifted uncomfortable because the dress suddenly felt so tight.

His eyes hold mine. "Do you need help with the zipper." He asks.

I smile. "I can't reach the zipper."

He chuckles and sits me up onto the counter in front of him. Our eyes locked on each other.

Something is different but I can't put my finger on it.

"One year." He smirks.

"Almost a year and are you still thinking about that? Why? When was the last time you had sex?"

He steps forward, in between my legs, and his hands rest on my upper thighs. "Not that long ago but not recently also." He answers vaguely.

"Why one year?" He asks.

"I haven't had a boyfriend in almost a year and I'm only just starting my casual journey now." I explain.

"What about you? Why not recently?" I ask him.

His eyes hold mine. "I guess I'm waiting for Mrs. Right." He says playfully.

I smile up at him. "Are you going to teach her bad things?" I tease.

"Fuck." He pauses, his eyes drop to my lips. "I want to."

My face falls.

Our eyes are locked, and you could cut the tension between us with a knife.

Wait, what? I was just teasing.

He pulls me closer on the counter toward him in a decidedly sexual manner.

I take another bite of my melting magnum ice cream, unsure what's going on right now.

He collects the ice cream from me setting it down on a saucer.

"Let's get you out of that dress," he whispers.

He lifts me off the counter and leads me into my bedroom. I feel close to him tonight; so close that it almost feels like...

He positions me before the full-length mirror in my bedroom. He stands behind me and then slowly slides the zipper down.

I watch him concentrate on his task, his eyes following the zipper. He slides one spaghetti strap off my shoulder, and then the other.

He bites his bottom lip as he slowly slides my dress down. It catches over my hips, and he uses his hands to work it loose.

I stand before him in a white bra and a G-string, with thigh-high nude stockings.

I watch him in the mirror as his eyes roam up and down my body, drinking me in.

I want to blurt out What the hell are you doing? but I don't want to ruin the moment.

Whatever this moment is.

He stands closer and puts his hand on my stomach. We stare at each other in the mirror, and there's an honesty between us.

Maybe it's intimacy or maybe it's just the champagne. At this point, anything is a possibility because none of this is making sense.

With his eyes locked on mine, he kisses my cheek with an open mouth.

My heart skips a beat.

He runs his fingers up my arms, and goosebumps scatter. "Mason," I whisper.

"Ssh," he whispers, as if not wanting words to get in the way.

He lets me go and slowly unbuttons his shirt. I can see the ripples of his stomach muscles in the dimly lit room.

I feel arousal everywhere.

Our eyes are locked in the mirror.

I turn toward him, and he picks up my hand and puts it onto his bare chest. It's hot and hard under my touch. He rests his lips on my temple, and I close my eyes.

God, this is wrong.

Unable to stop myself, I slowly slide my hand over his torso, over the ripples, down lower to the small trail of dark hair that disappears into the waistband of his pants.

I clench my thighs together, wanting him to touch me everywhere but most importantly there.

His dark eyes hold mine.

Then he steps back. "You should get ready for bed." I run my hand through my hair as I try to calm myself down. "I'll go change and come back for our movie night." He adds.

My face fall but I try to mask the disappointment with a fake smile.

We're just drunk or tipsy I mentally tell myself as I walk into my bathroom leaving Mason alone in my room.