Mason had shocked me in his admission that he planned to be coming back to the bar on more than one occasion. Though, in truth, I don’t know if I should be surprised, considering the effort he went to in order to discover when I would be in work this time alone…
I found myself leaning back against the cool leather of the booth, a cocktail in hand, one I knew was alcohol free, thanks to the bar man who knew I would not want to be drinking in the afternoon, and I could feel Mason’s eyes watching me closely. His eyes roaming across my body, and I hate to admit, it actually felt quite good...
“Is that all you plan to do all afternoon, big man?” I teased. “Sit and stare? A little creepy, I have to say…”
I saw a smile edging onto his face. “Oh, is that so?” he responded, moving himself a lit
