Chapter 8: That Red Dress

MASON

I grasped her hair with both hands and pushed her head closer to my cock.

She took me into her mouth with a moan, her luscious lips moving from base to tip.

“Keep going,” I moaned, “harder.”

She sucked every inch of me, devouring me, this sexy blonde I’d met five minutes previously.

A quick lunch meeting with clients and this is what happens.

The waitress who couldn’t take her eyes off me had no need for words. She wanted a taste of the powerful man sitting at the best table in the restaurant.

And here I stood, my palm flat against the door as she knelt in front of me.

My hand was in her hair, pushing harder and harder as the pleasure built and it became unbearable to hold off any longer.

“Fuck,” I moaned as I exploded into her mouth.

The blonde wiped the cum from her chin and licked it off her index finger.

It didn’t bother me that I was pants-down and receiving a blow job from a waitress in a restaurant bathroom. I didn’t care.

I don’t care about anything besides growing the company and getting my cock wet.

JAMIE

I was standing outside Knight & Son, chatting with Ethan on my lunch break. He’d called over to get a key to my apartment.

He was staying with Carmen and me for the next couple days. He was getting new flooring put down in his apartment and needed to be out of the way.

“I still can’t believe that!”

“It’s so not funny. I’ve been mortified about it ever since. I mean who the hell does he think he is, some desirable man who I wouldn’t be able to resist—”

Ethan said, “Well, technically you didn’t say no to him, you just got interrupted mid-mistletoe kiss.”

I rolled my eyes. “Not helping.”

“Obviously the man is trying his luck with you. The question is are you going to be the only woman to turn him down?”

I knew what Mason Knight was after, and it wasn’t polite conversation.

I’m not falling for his games, how he uses women for one time and one time only.

I’m certainly not willing to be added to his collection.

“Of course I’m going to turn him down. I’m not stupid.”

Like I wasn’t stupid enough to fall for the mistletoe kiss.

“Well, you already—”

“No. No,” I interrupted, “I’ve had enough of that. Now it’s time for the good parts of life.”

“Like…Ryan?”

I smiled. “Spending time with him this weekend was fun. After three dates, I’d say things are going well.”

Ethan pulled up the collar of his coat as the snow started to fall.

“So you’re thinking of sleeping with him then?”

I giggled. “I think it’s a possibility. There’s no reason to hold back.” I pulled my cardigan over, keeping out the cold. “I should get back to work.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, go on then. I’m freezing.”

I pulled my keys out of my pocket and handed them to Ethan.

“I hope you’ll have a glass of wine waiting for me when I get home.”

“Text me when you’re on your way and I’ll order takeout.”

“Oh, takeout.” I hugged him. “You’re too good to me.”

“You’re the one putting me up for a couple of nights. I owe you one.” He pulled away. “See you when you get back.”

I watched him walk off before turning around to head back into the building.

As I did, I saw Mr. Knight standing there with his eyebrows raised.

I’m guessing he overheard my conversation.

He held the door open and I walked past him into the building.

This was the first I’d seen of him since what happened in his office Friday night.

“You’re seeing that guy too?” he asked as he followed me toward the elevator.

“No, I’m not seeing him too. That was a friend of mine.” I cleared my throat, feeling awkward, to say the least.

Mason stood in front of me as he pressed the button. “Friend, eh? Looked pretty cozy from where I was standing. What happened to the other guy?”

I sighed. “Please don’t do this, Mr. Knight. What happened the other night was a mistake. I don’t just go around kissing people. Especially not my boss.”

“It was mistletoe, Jamie. Relax.”

The doors opened and we stepped inside, into a crowd of coworkers.

The elevator was full.

That was a first, but I didn’t mind at all.

We stood alongside each other as we made our way up, floor by floor.

Suddenly I felt a hand gripping my ass over my gray pleated skirt.

My eyes were wide as I glanced over at him. He only shrugged.

“Stop it!” I whispered, moving his hand. I didn’t want him touching me, especially in a crowded elevator.

What happened to “just mistletoe”?

The doors opened and I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I walked back to my desk and sat down in my chair, breathing a sigh of relief.

I watched Mason walk past my desk and casually into his office.

***

I was hard at work, looking forward to getting home to a relaxing evening and a bottle of wine. It was only Tuesday, but I needed it.

I had a feeling this was going to be a long week.

“Jamie?” Mason was standing by his office door, hands in the pockets of his pants. “My office.”

He walked in ahead and left the door open for me to follow.

I followed him in and closed the door only slightly, then turned around and looked at him.

“Yes?”

He sat back in his leather chair and looked at me as I stood in front of his desk. “Sit.”

I did as he asked and sat down in the chair, feeling anxious. I crossed my legs and fixed my skirt so more of me wasn’t on show. I was wearing tights, but still.

“I have business in Seattle this weekend, and I need you to come with me to help out. We’ll be flying out Friday morning and coming back Sunday night.”

~Go to Seattle with him?!~

~No no no!~

Even on business there’s a good chance I’d be alone with him at least some of the time, and—

“Mr. Knight...I...I can’t.”

He leaned forward, bracing his arms on the desk, his muscles bulging in his fitted white shirt.

“It wasn’t a question, it’s your job. You’re coming.”

Working here the last couple of months, I’d never been asked to travel for work, but it was something that had always been a possibility.

He was right. I couldn’t turn down the request.

He stood from his chair, walked around his desk, and sat on the edge in front of me.

“I’ll pick you up at your apartment and we can leave for the airport.”

“No, I can make my own way there.”

He released a frustrated exhale. “Right, so be it. It’s only two nights, so don’t pack a suitcase full of shoes.”

He was completely serious, not trying to be funny.

Next thing I know he’ll be telling me what to wear and how I should do my hair.

“Is that all, Mr. Knight?” I asked, hoping that he would say yes so I could leave.

He looked me up and down as usual. “Yes. You can go.”

His eyes were on me as I stood. We were so close our legs were practically touching.

“We have a dinner while we’re there. Make sure to bring that red dress of yours.”

I almost felt like asking him how to do my hair, just to be smart.

Of all the things that were going in my suitcase, that red dress would not be one of them.

***

I immediately smelled Chinese spices when I walked in the front door.

It was one of those very long days, and it wasn’t the glass of wine I needed anymore—it was my bed.

I walked into the living room/kitchen, where Carmen and Ethan were sitting on the couch in front of the TV.

“Look who it is. We were expecting you an hour ago,” Carmen said.

I sighed as I set my things down on the island.

“I know, I ran out of gas and had to walk most of the way.”

Ethan was laughing at my expense. “That seems to be a habit with you. Anyway, we saved you some veg, it’s in the microwave.”

“Thanks.” I opened the door of the microwave and took the plate out without even heating it up. Too much time and effort, and I wasn’t in the mood.

“So I’m going to Seattle on Friday.”

Carmen took her eyes off the TV and looked at me. “With Ryan?”

I shook my head. “With Mason Knight. On business.”

“Business,” scoffed Ethan. “That man is trying his luck with you. When will you be back?”

I braced my arms on the table as I played with the food on my plate. “Sunday night. I tried to get out of it but I guess since I’m his assistant I have to go.”

“Oh my God. You’re totally going to sleep with him, aren’t you?” Carmen asked.

“Carmen! Of course not! You know I wouldn’t go there. Besides, I’m dating Ryan now.”

“Please. Mason kissed you the other night, and it wasn’t because of mistletoe.”

Carmen stood from the couch and walked toward me with a cheeky smirk on her face.

“Are you in separate hotel rooms?”

“I assume so. He’s taking care of all that. If I don’t have my own room I’m coming home.”

I brought a forkful to my mouth.

“I bet he’s going to try to sleep with you, though. It’s Mason Knight we’re talking about.”

Carmen pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge and filled three cups.

“One of us should have our chance with him, love.”

“But I’m not…”

“Take one for the team and ride that monster cock.” Carmen handed me a glass of wine and winked. “Then let me know how he is.”

There’s no way I’m sleeping with that guy.

~No way.~

She wanted him like a lot of women did, but I would not be like them. I needed to be with a man who respected me.

Thinking of a respectful man had me thinking of Ryan.

I’m going to sleep with him just to show them all how serious I am.