My Best Friend's Brother(2)

"Define subpar," I said.


"Products were either not reliable, only detected a product within fifty  feet of the base, or was simply too bulky to do anything with," he  said.


"Never in my life did I ever think too bulky could be a bad thing," I said, grinning.         

     



 


"Depends on where the bulk sits, I suppose," he said.


I felt his eyes heavily on me, and it took everything I had to keep  pushing through the interview. I could feel a flush creeping up my neck,  threatening to burst forth on my cheeks and destroy the professionalism  of this interview.


"So you created a social media campaign," I said. "Did you have a prototype when you created it?"


"Nope. Just some designs, schematics, and an incredibly detailed professional video of how the technology was supposed to work."


"And by professional you mean  … ?"


"Me sitting in front of a camera and stuttering out my idea," he said, grinning.


Laughter trickled through the audience again as I shook my head.


"Mr. Baker-"


"Please, call me Mason," he said.


"Mason," I corrected, "did you ever think it could become this big of a success?"


"No. Not in a million years. I just wanted to find my wallet, and that  was it. Even if I made this product and was the only one who used it, at  least I'd solved my problem. But apparently, people lose things all the  time."


"Have you ever gotten any reviews about the product where someone had stuck your product on something odd?" I asked.


"Define odd," he said, smirking.


"You have a list of items on the back of the packaging. Everything from  phones to children's backpacks. Anything not on this list you've heard  of your product being used on?" I asked.


"Yes, but I'm not sure they're very appropriate for a daytime talk show," he said.


I quirked my eyebrow, wholly curious as to what he was talking about.


"Sounds mysterious."


"I think you'd enjoy it. Maybe I could tell you after the show," he said, grinning.


"What do you attribute your success to?" I wasn't about to travel down  that road. I'd sworn off men the moment I caught my ex-host slobbering  all over the man I had been dating at the time. I was over playboys and  their innocent facades. Mason didn't even make the attempt to be  innocent. His playboy ways were known, especially the scandals that were  already surfacing in the media.


"Myself and Tony," he said.


"You mean Anthony Thomas," I said.


"Yes. He and I co-own the company. I went to many people with the idea, and he was the only one who supported it," he said.


"What about your parents?" I asked.


For a split second, he paused. It was a blip on the radar. A momentary  lapse where I realized I'd asked a question that delved into a part of  his life he probably didn't want to talk about.


But now the question was out there, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.


"My father supported it like he's supported all things in my life, but  Tony was the one willing to get in on the action and help me do  something about it."


I knew enough about bad familial situations to not press why he didn't  mention his own mother. Though I had to admit, I was curious.


"So, the infamous question. Does this affect Dallas?" I asked.


"I don't know. What do you think?" he asked as he crossed one long leg over the other.


"I think it most certainly does. Texas is in the heart of child  abduction country. We are surrounded by states known for trafficking  children, both into Mexico and back up into the States. It's a rampant  problem that doesn't get enough attention, and I believe your product  could really raise awareness about it."


"I didn't know that about this area of the country," he said. "I'll definitely have to look into it."


"You should. This is why I think your product is brilliant."


"Brilliant, huh?" he asked, grinning.


"Yes. Because of the way the technology radios out to cell towers, you  can clock wherever this device goes so long as you have it programmed  into the application you download. I could see hundreds of uses for this  product in law enforcement, the military, and in general, keeping the  public safe. Especially our children."


I felt his eyes hard on me as I leaned back into my seat. I was getting  too personal. Too emotional. I had to reign it in before we took our  last commercial break.


"Mason Baker, thank you so much for being here with us," I said as I stuck out my hand.


"The pleasure is all mine, I can assure you," he said as he took my hand.


The electricity that shot up my arm made me grateful that I was wearing a jacket.





Chapter 2


Mason


Holy fuck, Sarah Williams was much hotter in person. Those perfectly  pouty lips and that cute little button nose and those dark-rimmed  glasses that framed those dark blue eyes. Hell, I had a very hard time  focusing on that interview. Her legs were long and thick, the way I  liked them on a woman. I wanted a woman who enjoyed her cheeseburger  before she burned off the calories riding my cock. And that  shoulder-length black hair? Fucking hell, I had to take deep breaths  during all the commercial breaks to keep my cock at bay.         

     



 


I could tell the way she was staring at me all through the interview,  and while she thought she held her blush back perfectly, she really  didn't. I got the perfect glimpse of her milky skin reddening at my  little comment at the beginning of the show. The more I talked and the  more her eyes raked over me, the more her pupils dilated, and it only  confirmed that the lust I felt for her was reciprocated.


I wanted her, and I always got what I wanted.


She shook my hand after the show, taking a picture with me she would no  doubt use to promote the show when it aired. My hand descended into the  slope of her waist, my fingertips pressing into the slight excess that  coated her body. She was soft underneath my fingertips. Warm to the  touch. Her head barely came up to my chest, the perfect height for  getting down on those powerful knees of hers and sucking the life out of  my cock.


I thanked her for her time, bringing her hand to my lips to kiss before I watched her hips sway in her skirt as she walked off.


Fuck, that woman was sexy.


I left my information with her assistant. I knew I'd hear from her. They  always called. Once they felt the brush of Mason Baker's lips against  their skin, all they wanted to know was what they would feel like  pressing against their bodies. She was probably wondering what my lips  would feel like in between her legs as her thick thighs glistened with  her luscious juices.


She didn't have to worry, though, because I wanted to taste her on the tip of my tongue.


No woman had denied me before, but they certainly didn't deny me now. I  was known for the size of my cock as well as my attentiveness in bed.  When you're good at something, you do it to the best of your ability. My  father had taught me that. He told me growing up that I wouldn't get  anywhere in life being mediocre at a talent I was given. At the time, I  was good with my tongue, so I used it. Then my cock grew, a gift given  to me by the gods themselves, so I learned how to use it well.


Then, I found my passion in technology and programming, so I studied to be the best.


And now? I was rich. Filthy rich. And famous. Disgustingly famous. Now,  women could have it all with me. Money. Cars. Jewelry. Vacation homes.  Pussy-licking orgasms that rendered them speechless as well as a cock  they could feel in their throat the moment I staked their hips onto  mine.


Yep. I'd be hearing from Sarah Williams very soon indeed.


I buttoned my coat up and waved to the paparazzi waiting for me at the  door. I climbed into my car and told the driver to take me to Al  Biernat's. I was meeting Tony for a decent lunch so we could talk about  the interview and where we were going from here. Tony and I tag-teamed  the interviews. I did some so he could rest, then he did some so I could  rest. I did the more high-end and upscale interviews, and the  lower-level ones that simply wanted information on the product Tony did.  He didn't want to be the face of the company, which was fine with me.


I adored being the ever-so-handsome face of our growing technological empire.


I walked into the restaurant and found Tony, watching him rise from his  seat as we embraced one another in a hug. I heard a few people gasping  and snapping pictures, but the general manager soon came over and told  them to cut it out.


"Let's make a donation to this place, shall we?" I asked.


"You liked that the men told them to shut up, didn't you?" Tony asked.


"We need some privacy somewhere. They should be rewarded for going over the top," I said.


"Donation noted. How did the interview go?"


"It went really well. It wasn't a live interview, so I'm not sure  what'll be edited out, but Sarah Williams isn't known for doctoring up  her interviews to meet a specific agenda," I said.