grin.
“Ok, as long as we understand one another.”
My phone buzzes and I see it’s a text from Chandler.
Can you come have diner with me and my folks?
Tonight?
Yes. So we can get that over with.
Ok. Where? What time?
Koi restaurant, West Hollywood, 5pm. Thanks, Jess. I owe you one.
You owe me a few…
LOL… yes I owe you a few…
When Mason gets back, I tell him about having diner with Chandler and his parents.
“Do I need to have a talk with the boy or do you think he will behave himself while you’re pretending to be his fiancé in front of his parents?” Mason grumbles, which I find all kinds of cute.
We’re sitting on the couch in the living room of the villa. I throw my legs over his lap and place my arms around his shoulders while I nuzzle the side of his neck.
“You have absolutely nothing to worry about,” I tell him.
“I don’t worry about you,” Mason says, closing his eyes in pleasure as I nibble his earlobe. “I worry about him getting carried away. He has a history of doing that you know.”
“And he knows how much you hate it. He won’t do anything. Even if he does, I’ll sock him in the jaw if he gets too fresh.”
This brings a chuckle from Mason.
“Where are you supposed to be having this meet and greet with the folks anyway?”
“Koi restaurant, West Hollywood at five this evening,” I whisper while I nip my way down his neck to his shoulder.
“Then with the time difference that means we have a few hours before you need to be there,” Mason says.
“Few hours for what?” I ask looking into his face.
He smiles at me, and I know exactly what he’s thinking.
“You know,” I say, “I have always liked the way you think, Mr. Collier.”
Mason stands, cradling me effortlessly in his arms.
“And I’ve always liked the way you taste, Agent Riley.”
We spend the rest of the day at the beach house laughing, talking, making love and simply basking in the joy of being with one another. We don’t talk about the world or the problems we face. We talk about the future and what we want to do with our lives once we’re given the freedom to do whatever we want.
The future has always been a murky place for me. I was never able to see myself too far into it, and I never dreamed I would want to have a child in the world we live in. Yet, how could I not have children with Mason? I knew he would be a wonderful father and a devoted husband. Plus, it would be a waste to deprive the world of Mason’s superior genetic material. The thought of a mini-Mason running around my home makes me smile not just on the outside but on the inside as well. I thank God for allowing Mason to find me the night I killed the changeling because if he hadn’t, I’m not sure my life would have ever had a future worth living in.
Chapter 8
While I get ready to meet Chandler’s parents, Mason keeps me company in the bathroom. He leans against the wall and watches me curl my hair with a large barreled curling iron. I look at him in the mirror and he smiles at me.
“Quit smiling,” I tell him. “You know what your smile does to me.”
Mason’s smile widens and I simply have to look away and concentrate on my hair.
“Can I pick out what you wear tonight?” Mason asks me unexpectedly.
“Why?” I ask, drawing the word out because I’m immediately suspicious of his motives. “Are you planning to dress me in a muumuu or something?”
Mason continues to smile. “No, it’s a nice dress. I would like to see you wear it.”
“I guess,” I say hesitantly, “if it would make you happy.”
Mason walks out of the bathroom presumably to retrieve what he envisions me wearing that evening. After I have my make-up and hair done, I walk back into the bedroom and see Mason laying out a sleeveless yellow-gold silk chiffon mini-dress. It has a metallic sequined band for a collar and a thin matching metallic belt which covers a band of elastic around the waist
“Ok, as long as we understand one another.”
My phone buzzes and I see it’s a text from Chandler.
Can you come have diner with me and my folks?
Tonight?
Yes. So we can get that over with.
Ok. Where? What time?
Koi restaurant, West Hollywood, 5pm. Thanks, Jess. I owe you one.
You owe me a few…
LOL… yes I owe you a few…
When Mason gets back, I tell him about having diner with Chandler and his parents.
“Do I need to have a talk with the boy or do you think he will behave himself while you’re pretending to be his fiancé in front of his parents?” Mason grumbles, which I find all kinds of cute.
We’re sitting on the couch in the living room of the villa. I throw my legs over his lap and place my arms around his shoulders while I nuzzle the side of his neck.
“You have absolutely nothing to worry about,” I tell him.
“I don’t worry about you,” Mason says, closing his eyes in pleasure as I nibble his earlobe. “I worry about him getting carried away. He has a history of doing that you know.”
“And he knows how much you hate it. He won’t do anything. Even if he does, I’ll sock him in the jaw if he gets too fresh.”
This brings a chuckle from Mason.
“Where are you supposed to be having this meet and greet with the folks anyway?”
“Koi restaurant, West Hollywood at five this evening,” I whisper while I nip my way down his neck to his shoulder.
“Then with the time difference that means we have a few hours before you need to be there,” Mason says.
“Few hours for what?” I ask looking into his face.
He smiles at me, and I know exactly what he’s thinking.
“You know,” I say, “I have always liked the way you think, Mr. Collier.”
Mason stands, cradling me effortlessly in his arms.
“And I’ve always liked the way you taste, Agent Riley.”
We spend the rest of the day at the beach house laughing, talking, making love and simply basking in the joy of being with one another. We don’t talk about the world or the problems we face. We talk about the future and what we want to do with our lives once we’re given the freedom to do whatever we want.
The future has always been a murky place for me. I was never able to see myself too far into it, and I never dreamed I would want to have a child in the world we live in. Yet, how could I not have children with Mason? I knew he would be a wonderful father and a devoted husband. Plus, it would be a waste to deprive the world of Mason’s superior genetic material. The thought of a mini-Mason running around my home makes me smile not just on the outside but on the inside as well. I thank God for allowing Mason to find me the night I killed the changeling because if he hadn’t, I’m not sure my life would have ever had a future worth living in.
Chapter 8
While I get ready to meet Chandler’s parents, Mason keeps me company in the bathroom. He leans against the wall and watches me curl my hair with a large barreled curling iron. I look at him in the mirror and he smiles at me.
“Quit smiling,” I tell him. “You know what your smile does to me.”
Mason’s smile widens and I simply have to look away and concentrate on my hair.
“Can I pick out what you wear tonight?” Mason asks me unexpectedly.
“Why?” I ask, drawing the word out because I’m immediately suspicious of his motives. “Are you planning to dress me in a muumuu or something?”
Mason continues to smile. “No, it’s a nice dress. I would like to see you wear it.”
“I guess,” I say hesitantly, “if it would make you happy.”
Mason walks out of the bathroom presumably to retrieve what he envisions me wearing that evening. After I have my make-up and hair done, I walk back into the bedroom and see Mason laying out a sleeveless yellow-gold silk chiffon mini-dress. It has a metallic sequined band for a collar and a thin matching metallic belt which covers a band of elastic around the waist
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