After being told I was to spend the rest of my shift with Mason, I guess I should be glad. I had been enjoying his company, and it meant I avoided any drama from other customers. But I didn’t like him taking control the way he did with Rhett. Like he thought I wasn’t capable of taking care of myself. It all felt a little too much for me. Like he felt I needed his help. Maybe a little possessive too. But what bothered me more was that he had pissed off Rhett. And while he may have paid him off, I would likely still get a mouthful from him at the end of my shift. That was just how Rhett was.
I could feel the eyes of Mason watching me as he leaned back in the booth, a glass of whisky laying in his hands. A small smile resting upon his face as his eyes drifted across my body, sending goosebu
