My Best Friend's Brother(42)

"How do you feel about that?"


"About no longer being the general manager of a restaurant? Count me in," she said, giggling.


"Fine. I will."


"What?" she asked.


"Count you in. Whenever you want to come by and talk to Mac, he's ready  to go over the terms and conditions of your first season."


"Sarah, what are you saying?" she asked.


"I'm saying, if you want to quit your job and come be a co-host full time, then do it," I said.


Her eyes lit up as everyone around us started taking pictures. Emma  lurched from the hands of the pedicurist and threw her arms around my  neck, pulling me close as she laughed with joy. She held me for what  seemed like ages, and I could feel her shoulders shaking with delightful  anticipation. I pulled back and saw her eyes filled to the brim with  tears of happiness, and I swiped them away before I placed a kiss on her  cheek.


"Welcome to ‘Does This Affect Dallas?'. It's going to be a whirlwind of a ride," I said.


We got our toes done and decided to get manicures, and by the time we  walked out of there, it was past dinnertime. Emma started driving us  back to my apartment, but then she diverted last minute and turned us  around.


"Where are we going?" I asked.


"I'm starving. And I'm sure you probably don't have any decent food at your place. So, a restaurant it is."


She had a point. I spent so much of my time either with Mason or out in  the city that I didn't do a ton of grocery shopping. I usually had a  bottle of wine stocked along with some nonperishables in the pantry, but  the only thing I kept in my fridge were juices and eggs.


We pulled up to The Soufflé Salon, and I looked down at my clothes. I  was in a pair of dark-wash jeans and a top that fell off my shoulder on a  good day. I looked back up at all the people filing in, with their  little black dresses and their glistening jewelry, and I shot a look  over at Emma as she scrambled out of the car.


"Just come on. I'm starving, okay?"


I climbed out of the car and hurried to her as we crossed the road. I  had no fucking clue why she was bringing us to one of the most upscale  restaurants in town, but I guess when the stomach wants a soufflé, this  really is the only place to go. We walked in and the hostess greeted us  with a wide smile, but instead of asking us how many were dining in, she  simply started walking back into the restaurant.


And Emma followed.


"You coming?" she asked.


I had no idea what was going on, but as we moved through the restaurant,  I could feel everyone's eyes on me. We dumped into a private room as  the hostess held out her arm to usher us in, and it was filled with  people I knew. Mac and the producers. Angie and her daughter. Tony  Thomas who stood by a woman I'd come to know over the past year.


Mason's mother, with her shining smile and her stature that had tacked  on twenty pounds since she was found to be in remission eight months  ago.


Then, the crowd parted as Mason stood there in a beautiful pinstriped  tuxedo, and all I could do was hold my breath as he approached me.


"What's going on, Mason?" I asked.


And still, without a word, he got down on one knee.


"Oh, holy shit," I said breathlessly.


"Sarah Williams, I have loved you since the day I first had you. Since  that first night in my home where you came over and gave in to me, I  found myself lost in you."


"Mason, what are you doing?" I asked, whispering.


"You have been the single greatest force in my life. You are the person  who convinced me to open our new headquarters in Dallas. You are the one  who convinced me to open up the new security branch of the company.  You, Sarah Williams, are single-handedly responsible for my success and  happiness over the past year."         

     



 


"Mason," I said. "I look like shit."


"There is never a moment I've ever seen you where you look anything  other than ravishing. Breathtaking. Exquisite. There isn't a moment  where I hear your voice that I don't melt right into my shoes. Your  touch is the only thing that calms me down after a harsh day, and you  are the only person in my life who has ever been a constant source of  encouragement. Even at my lowest, there are nothing but kind words from  you before you start in on a plan to fix things, and that is just one  facet of the many things that pull me to you time and time again."


"I love you so much," I said.


I watched him reach into his pocket as he pulled out a small red box. He  popped it open and displayed for me a ring. A beautiful, shining ring  that forced a tear down my cheek. I reached my fingertips out to it and  danced around its beauty as everyone's eyes were on us. But right then,  it was only me and the man I loved.


"Sarah Williams, there isn't another moment that I want to spend with  you that harbors the risk of me losing you. I don't want to live another  second of my life wondering if you'll be there when I wake up. From the  moment I first told you I loved you, I knew I was looking at the woman I  wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Sarah …  my beloved moon and  stars …  will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"


Tears rushed down my face as I slowly sank to my knees. His eyes were  hooked onto mine as my hands cupped his cheeks. I scooted toward him,  feeling his hands settle on my hips, but the moment my lips meet his, I  felt his arms wrap around my back.


The crowd held onto their breaths as I pulled back and smiled.


"Yes," I said breathlessly. "I will marry you, Mason Baker."


The crowd erupted into cheers as Mason slid the ring onto my finger. I  buried my face in my hands while he pulled me back against his body,  shielding me from the commotion as he landed kiss after kiss on my neck.  I heard waiters and waitresses filing in with trays of food as everyone  sat down in their respective seats, but I stayed where I was, kneeling  on the ground with the only man I'd ever loved while he held me tightly  in his grasp.


"Are you hungry?" he asked.


"Starving," I said, whispering.


"Then why don't we get you some food?"


"My God, I can't believe I looked like this while you proposed to me."


His finger crooked underneath my chin and raised my gaze to his before we slowly stood to our feet.


"There is nothing about this moment that isn't perfect. Including what  you're wearing," he said. "But, if you really care about it, there's a  dress I picked out for you in the restroom if you'd like to go change."


I breathed a sigh of relief as I planted a kiss on his cheek. I scurried  off to the bathroom to get changed, but as I pulled all the clothes  from my body, I heard the door to the bathroom open.


Then, I heard it close.


Then, I heard it lock.


I smirked as the bathroom stall door slowly swung open. Mason was  staring at me hotly, his eyes taking in my naked form as his bowtie sat  undone around his neck. His hands undid the buckle of his belt while his  eyes devoured my naked skin, and soon, I was being hiked up the wall  with his thrusts into my body while I tried to muffle my moans into his  tuxedo jacket.


My body ached for him, and his cock throbbed against my walls. My legs  clung to him tighter than they'd ever had before. Our lips were  everywhere while my hands mangled his hair, and I could feel us quickly  approaching our end as I coated his cock with my juices.


We came together, swallowing each other's groans as his cock filled me  to the brim with his thick spurts of cum. He held me there, pinned  between himself and the wall, his lips trailing down along my neck. He  kissed, and he sucked, allowing me time to catch my breath before I got  my feet back on the floor.


"Well that was familiar," I said, grinning.


"Did you enjoy it?" he asked.


"I always enjoy giving my body over to you," I said.


"Do you think they miss us out there?" he asked.


"I think they'll eventually notice both of us are gone," I said, giggling.


"Are you happy?" he asked. "Really, truly happy?"


I looked up into his eyes and saw the doubt still swimming around in  them. After a year's worth of press, of resituating our lives, of  rekindling relationships with family members and of blossoming both our  businesses, he was still hesitant about the decisions he was making.


Like at any moment, I'd walk out that door and never come back.         

     



 


"There isn't a word in any language spoken on this earth that encompasses how happy I am with you," I said.


The smile that bloomed across his cheeks was one I would remember for the rest of my life.


"Now, if you don't mind, I'm extremely hungry," I said.


"Just make sure you save room for dessert," he said, winking.


"Oh, Mason. You should know me by now," I said as my hand reached down and cupped his sopping wet cock.


"I always have room for dessert."