My Best Friend's Brother(19)

"Feeling cold?" he asked.


"Not at all," I said as I grabbed the wine glass.


"How were your interviews this week?" he asked. "Anything interesting?"


"You mean any of them as interesting as yours?" I asked.


"Actually, no, believe it or not. Were any of them interesting to you?"


I looked up at him in surprise. Was he serious? Was he actually wondering how work was going for me so far this week?


"Well, um. Yeah. Yeah, I take an interest in all my interviews. The  firemen one was especially important to me because I think that business  and building owners are becoming lackadaisical in their  responsibilities to their tenants."


"I actually watched that interview, and I agree with you. It's  despicable that the fire could've been completely prevented had they  updated the wiring. Priced out roughly, it would've only cost them  around one-hundred and fifty-thousand dollars. For the whole building.  If you're budgeting your business right, and even if that is the only  building they own, they should've had more than enough money to do it."


"Exactly. I mean, downtown Dallas is full of apartments. That's all it  is. How many more of those buildings aren't up to code? How many  people's lives are in-wait. Did you say you watched the interview?" I  asked.


"I did," he said.


"Just that one?" I asked.


"Nope. I've watched a few of them, actually. You're the only talk show  on daytime television right now that isn't full of drunk women gossiping  or fake doctors yelling at their audience to be healthier."


"You watch my show to make sure I'm not flirting with anyone else, right?" I asked.


"Why would you think that?"


"Because you flirted with me in my interview, and you're trying to lay claim to me," I said.


"Sarah, you're not property. I don't own you. I merely want to get to know you better. In every way possible."


I saw the grin on his face, and I felt his hand descend onto my knee. I  felt that churning in my stomach as I saw him slowly get out of his  chair. I watched as he scooted his chair closer, sitting right beside me  as his thumb traced mindless pictures on my naked skin. I needed to  pull away, to scoot away from him before his magnetic force became too  much for me to overpower.


But I was still stuck on the fact that he actually watched my fucking show.


"I watch your show because I get a little glimpse into what's important  to you," he said. "Like the comment you made about child trafficking  when you were interviewing me."         

     



 


"Yeah," I said breathlessly.


"Your show is wonderfully educating while still being entertaining.  That's the point of it, right? To engage people with humor and  entertainment while providing them with things to think about."


"Yes," I said.


"You're doing a perfect job of that, Sarah. And I mean it."


I saw the sincerity in his eyes and I caved. I'd been doing this show  for three years, and in the process, no one had ever told me I was  actually doing a good job. They told me I had good interviews, they told  me I looked good for the camera, but never had anyone told me I nailed  it. No one had ever told me that I had hit the nail on the head with my  own show.


And it shut out the voices in my head as I threw myself onto his lap.


My lips crashed into his as his arms wrapped around my body. He stroked  my back, pulling me desperately into his as our tongues and teeth  clattered together. I could feel our lips swelling underneath the  pressure as my fingertips clamored for his tie. I ripped it from around  his neck before I slid his jacket off his shoulders, feeling his massive  cock growing against the inside of my leg.


It wasn't until his hand wrapped into my hair and pulled my head back,  exposing my neck as his tongue raked up my skin, that I realized what  was happening.


I allowed myself to be weak with him again.


I wanted him. I wanted all of him. I wanted that cock throbbing against  my skin to rip my body in half. I wanted Mason to pin me to every single  surface of this home of his we were breaking just so my memory could be  painted on it. I wanted to tangle up in his body all night long and  wake up to the birds chirping and his chest rising underneath my cheek.


I wanted all of it, but I couldn't have it.


"Wait, wait, wait," I said breathlessly.


"What? Sarah, what's wrong? What's wrong with this?" he asked.


"You know exactly what's wrong with it," I said, looking him in his eyes.


They danced around my face as he sighed in defeat. I could see the  wanton lust slowly evaporating as it was replaced by confusion and  desperation. His hands slid up and down my legs, trying to coax me back  toward him as I pushed down onto his chest.


"I can't. I-I can't do this, Mason. I just can't."


I slid from his body and strode for my stuff as I plucked it from the  coat rack. I reached for the door to open it, but Mason's hand reached  out and shut it closed. I threw my coat over my arms as I tried to open  the door again, but he pushed it closed again.


"I'm not letting you go until you look up at me."


Trembling as my knees clacked together, I slowly looked up at him. Tears  were cresting my eyes, giving away my weakness for the situation. I  wanted his body. I wanted his soul. I wanted everything about him, and I  had no fucking clue why. I wanted to throw myself at him and stumble up  the stairs as he told me stories of why I was beautiful in my ear all  night long. I wanted the devil to penetrate my body as he made me shake,  preparing me for his hot seat of lust as we ruined our bodies with each  other.


But as I held his gaze, I watched him slowly back down as his hand  drifted to the doorknob. His lips were soft against my cheek as he  kissed me, and a tear I didn't know would be shed dribbled down my cheek  as his lips soaked it up.


"Drive safely," he said, whispering.





Chapter 16


Mason


I couldn't believe she walked out on me again. She threw herself at me,  finally giving into what we were both feeling, and then she stopped it  and tried to leave. I tried stopping her, tried getting her to stay and  talk with me. I knew if she looked up into my eyes and saw how much I  wanted her, it would convince her of how much she wanted me.


And how that wasn't a fucking big deal.


But there was fear behind her eyes, and I didn't like it when people  were afraid of me. There was fear and apprehension and guilt. I knew  what it felt like to feel guilty about something. To want something so  badly but be riddled with guilt the entire time you were engaging in  whatever it was you wanted. I didn't want that for us. I didn't want our  passion to be tainted with her guilt.


So, I gave her a kiss and told her to drive safely.


She didn't text me when she got home, so I called her when I got up. She  didn't answer, which wasn't shocking, but I needed to make sure she'd  gotten home all right. With her in the emotional state she was, it  would've clouded her ability to concentrate on the drive home. I was  worried about her, so I called again.


And again, she didn't pick up.


We had unbelievable chemistry, and I knew she felt that. It was the  reason she fucking sprang into my lap last night. I just didn't know how  I was going to prove to her that it was all right. That us fucking and  having dinners didn't mean we had a relationship. I knew that's why she  was afraid, and it made sense. All her relationships with men burned her  in some way. Well, I wasn't after a fucking relationship. I just wanted  to get to know her better. To sink my dick into her body. To make both  of us smile and laugh and orgasm. We didn't need anyone's permission,  not even my fucking sister's.         

     



 


It wasn't like we were getting married. We were just having fun.


And I was trying to figure out why the fuck she had me on her hook.


I called her one last time before lunch and she still didn't pick up.  Now, I was worried. I needed to know she'd gotten back home all right.  She wasn't answering my text messages, and she wasn't answering my phone  calls. For all I knew, she was in a ditch somewhere trying to crawl  herself out of her fucking car.


I got dressed and raced out to my car. I drove into town, speeding  through yellow lights and taking turns much sharper than I should've. I  tried calling Sarah again as I hit downtown Dallas, but when it still  went to voice mail, I wasted no time in parking my car. I got out and  waved to the paparazzi, smiling for the cameras as I made my way to the  backstage door. They were all asking if I was being interviewed again,  and I simply smiled and kept my mouth shut. The security guard at the  door opened it for me to get me away from the growing crowd, but the  moment we were inside, he turned around and grabbed my arm.


"What brings you around, Mr. Baker?"


"I heard Miss Williams wasn't feeling well. She hasn't been answering  her phone, and I wanted to come check in on her. Is she around?" I  asked.