Lisa Woods was stunned. There was something about the man that just made her stupid. She couldn’t talk, couldn’t think, couldn't form a single coherent thought. Oh no her fantasies, her imagination…they had nothing on the real thing. Her legs wobbled and shook, and she prayed she wouldn’t go down, a victim of the heels she’d worn. Nothing in the world could have prepared her for what just happened. Mason had kissed her. Not just kissed her, but he’d dragged her away from the crowd and ravaged her. Her lips still tingled from his sensual assault. She was wrecked. Totally wrecked. Was she dreaming? -- She knew she hadn’t drunk that much so she was sure it wasn't the alcohol. It was Mason. The man lethal to her senses. Her fixation. Oh God she felt sorry for Ross, any little feelings she had for him had just been flushed down the drain. In totally honesty she was never really in love with hi

 Lisa got out of her car and gave the keys the valet, she was driving a CRV nothing fancy, she just needed to be mobile and she hated the thought of having to wait for a driving to take her anywhere. She was in front of Remington Atlantic, she m sighed at the positively gorgeous weather. The wind ruffled her hair, hinting at the little chill was inevitable. The days were getting cooler than usual.She hurried into the high-rise building and dug out her security pass. To get by the turnstile leading to the elevators. She been given the pass when given a tour of offices when it newly opened a few years earlier, but she hadn’t had to use it very often since she was usually with Chris when she visited. She checked her watch when she got on the elevator. It was five minutes to Eleven, and she hated being late. Not that she was—at least not yet—but she was one of those people who was always early. Being late made her anxious,

Instead of driving back to her apartment where she knew Ross might be waiting, she stopped at a park, just two blocks from where she lived. She had to tell him her real feelings now, she knew she had already accepted Masons proposal, there was no way she could say no to him. She didn’t have the guts.The small park wasn’t often overcrowded at this hour of the morning. Mostly children and nannies or young pre-schoolers playing. The contract was stuffed into her bag and she clutched it against her side as she made her way to an empty bench the farthest distance from the playground where she could be sure of some measure of privacy. Mason’s autocratic demand that she quit and come to work for him echoed in her mind. Although she could very well live off of the men in life for as long as she wanted but the money Chris had put into her education, she needed to figure out her next step, and to somehow make her feel good that she wasn’t completel