“I don’t quite understand what you mean.”

“Oh let me explain it for you. If you Google this fine man here it’ll show how many redheads, brunettes and blonds he’s had ahhh, what did you call it, a good night with. That lady was number thirty four.” she paused in her tirade for a moment then added, “For this year alone! Who knew someone could be so very talented to juggle that many women around.”

“Lena stop it.” he heard Shelly hiss under her breath but nothing was going to stop her now. He watched with silent fury as she coolly decimated his character in front of a god damn reporter.

“Oh and do you know this man well?” he heard Peter ask.

She smiled sweetly and looked over to him then back to the reporter. “Oh yes. I was with him on Wednesday night. You see. I was planning to be number thirty four, but I guess I got pushed out of the way.”  and with that parting shot she bent down to reach for her purse and coat. Mason was still trying to wrap his brain around everything that’d just happened and how extremely pissed off he was when she started for the door. Shelly trailed behind her and he knew if he didn’t act now this would be it. Peter glanced at him with a confused look and Mason muttered under his breath. “I’m sorry.”

Knowing he was committing career suicide he ran around the bar and took off after Lena. She was just about out the door when he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the door leading to the room upstairs. She looked up at him with eyes so cold he thought they would freeze him on the spot. He saw Shelly behind her stop and wait not knowing what to do. He looked at her and said through gritted teeth.

“Give us a minute Shelly.” then he dragged her up three steps and slammed the door shut and locked it with a deafening click.

“What the fuck was that all about?”


Lena watched as he climbed one step then turned to face her where she stood against the wall. She was up a step from him so she was effectively taller and right at that moment she was happy for even that much leverage.

“Screw you.” she spat at him, seething over the whole evening that’d gone to shit so quickly she couldn’t even begin to imagine when it’d been going right.

“Screw me?” he asked through clenched teeth, “Oh Lena trust me, you screwed me really good out there in the bar.”

She looked down at him and narrowed her eyes. “Oh I’m so sorry that I stopped you from taking a minute in the back with redhead number..”

“If you even mention a number, so help me God.”

Glaring at him she realized he’d stepped forward effectively pushing her against the wall. Then with slow concise words he asked. “Now tell me what you were doing out there?”

“It dawned on me what a colossal mistake this has all been.” she paused took a breath and felt her chest heave. “That’s right Langley. I saw the light in the space of five minutes with a redhead and some stranger called Peter.”

“If you’d shut your mouth for one second out there tonight I would’ve explained everything to you. But no, instead of waiting for a logical explanation, Dr O’Donnell flipped the fuck out and turned into a raging bitch. Do you know what you cost me tonight?”

Lena just wanted to leave. She was so mad and possibly more inebriated than she first thought, but this huge wall of a man wouldn’t get out of her way. So instead she snapped at him. “Seven minutes of heaven in the back closet.”

He moved quicker than she could blink and before she knew it he’d moved up a step and had a hand wrapped up in her hair and the other gripping her waist tight.

“Let go of me.” she spat at him. Instead of complying he just moved in even closer. He tugged her hair so she was now was looking up at him.

“Your little temper tantrum was in front of Peter Ryder, from Delicious magazine. He was here tonight to interview me and get us into the national market.” he paused and she felt his whole body shake against hers with restrained anger. “But instead of a piece on my food, customers and location, he’s probably going to write about how I fuck a different woman every night.”

Lena shook as he pushed against her. The hand at her waist slid down the curve of her hip and grabbed her ass as he hitched her up the wall and pushed his hips in tight to hold her there on tiptoes. She couldn’t breathe. In fact she couldn’t think. She couldn’t even remember why she so was pissed off and why she’d turned into such a raging lunatic. All she could think about was how hard his thick thighs and erection was as they pressed up intimately against her. The hand in her hair had gentled a little but it was still wound tight holding her still. He moved his pissed off face in close to her and she saw the anger shimmering in his eyes.

“The problem with that story though is the only woman I want every night is trying to drive me in-fucking-sane. So tell me Lena, what the fuck were you doing out there?”


Mason watched her pulse flutter at the base of her neck and couldn’t help himself, before she answered him he leaned in and kissed it. He heard her suck in a deep breath and was surprised to feel her reach up to grab his hair in her hands. She tightened them and pulled his head back. He looked at her with narrow eyes and released his hold on her hair dropping his hand down to her waist. She hadn’t put her coat on, when he’d dragged her in here, so she was pushed up against the wall in her little black dress and although he was furious with her she looked absolutely mouth watering.

He trailed his eyes down over her beautiful breasts then told her. “You’re going to keep your mouth shut and I’m going to give you that Orgasm you asked for.” he thought for a moment she was going to tell him to get lost, but instead she leaned her head back against the wall and pushed her hips out toward him. He groaned low and moved in, grinding himself up against her. “Spread your legs just a little for me.”

When she complied silently he trailed a hand down her thigh to stroke the bare skin with his fingers. Her shoulders were pressed against the wall pushing her chest out to him and her hair was spilling down all around her. Her legs were spread apart enough to make it look as though she was inviting him inside, and her short little skirt had ridden so far up her thighs he could now see some black lace peeking out at him. Tracing a line up behind her thigh, until he reached the elastic leg of her panties, he watched her as she looked down at his hand then back at him. Her eyes were so wide and vulnerable devoid of all anger that he felt all of his disappear as quickly as it’d come. He moved in close to her placing his free hand by her head against the wall then dipped his knees a little as he ground his hard cock right up against the lace of her panties. He rested his forehead against hers. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

She took a deep breath and those breasts rose up to him then fell back down. He watched her lick her lips as she closed her eyes and whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

He gripped her waist with his free hand and pushed his hips hard against her, and he wasn’t sure if he was doing it for pleasure or to punish her but either way it felt damn good. When she moaned softly he lifted a hand to the neck of the dress and tugged it down. Her breasts spilled out the top and were bared to him. She opened her eyes slowly and rolled her hips into his and thrust her breasts forward, so he did what any red blooded, horny as fuck man would do. He leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth.


Lena moaned loudly when he dipped his head and sucked her nipple hard. She felt as though her skin was on fire and his mouth seemed the have a direct link to the nerves between her thighs. She reached up with one hand to grip the back of his hair, but this time she gently tugged him forward as he flicked her tight nipple with his tongue.

“Stop teasing me.” she demanded and when he looked up at her she saw the twinkle back in his eyes. She didn’t like fighting with him but when that redhead had come through the door it was as though Lena had lost her mind. All she’d wanted tonight was his hands on her, and instead that bimbo had been asking him for the same thing. She knew she’d done what she had out of jealousy. Jealousy and fear, because what could he want with her when he had women like that one, throwing themselves at him? Right then he seemed to decide to show her because one of his hands made its way down between them and started rubbing against the damp lace that was irritating her aroused skin.

“Please.” she panted softly with her head against the wall and her fingers in his hair. He looked up from where he’d been kissing and asked with a smug grin.

“Please what?”

Shutting her eyes she shook her head against the wall and bit her bottom lip pushing her hips out against his hand trying to get his fingers where she needed them.“I knew you’d do this to me.”

“Do what?” he asked leaning in grinning against her lips.

She smiled too and bit his bottom lip gently. “Make me beg.”

He brought his free hand up and tugged on one of her wet nipples and finally he slid his other finger under the leg of her panties. She groaned loudly when she felt it slide back and forward though her wetness, teasing her clitoris with each pass. She shut her eyes and heard him groan. “Damn Lena, you’re fucking dripping.”

Swallowing she pushed against his hand and finally she felt his finger slide inside her. Her eyes flew open and locked with his as he pulled the same finger out then slid it in again. He smirked at her. “Good?”

Licking her top lip she nodded then reached down to grab his other hand. She brought it up to her mouth and when he pushed inside her again she sucked his other finger into her mouth deeply. He bumped his hips up against her.