EIGHT – DELICIOUS MANLINESS

MIRA

Relief mingled with a bit of disappointment swamps me as Mason leans back and proceeds to tuck himself back into his slacks like he didn’t just attempt to eat me raw a few seconds ago.

He spears me with a cold look in the mirror.

“You’re lucky that this ball is important, princess. You’re very lucky.”

He steps back and I scurry away from him, trying to gather my wits. He gives me a brief once over before disappearing down the hall to Vanessa’s bedroom.

I would run away if I didn’t know that Darth was waiting at the door to catch me and bring me right back to the devil. Instead, I heave a shaky breath and hunker down on the floor, completely exhausted, and try to wrap my head around the fact that I had all but begged Mason to take me on the table earlier.

Where the hell is he going anyways?

I get my answer when he returns with a blanket, his icy stare still very much in place.

I inch away when he attempts to drape the blanket around my shoulders.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m g