clothes, dinners and entertainment stuff, not to mention my room in his Newport mansion…but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I hadn’t earned any of it, even while working at his office.
Victoria was still an entitled bitch, though. Seriously, was she on crack or something? I couldn’t think of another reason why she was being so delusional. Just because she saw Roy as some sort of father figure didn’t mean he had to treat her like a daughter and give her all the things he’d given to me.
She stared at me silently for a minute and then held her hands up. “Fine. Let’s just go to this lunch and we’ll forget I said anything. All right?”
“Sure,” I said, stalking ahead of her to the elevator. “Let’s go.”
I wasn’t actually going to forget what she’d said anytime soon, but the last thing I needed was for her to be up my ass even more than usual over a petty little spat. Not when I was about to go face public enemy number one, otherwise known as Mason, at this lunch thing.
Ugh. How was I going to pretend for all the journalists that we were all one big happy family? On top of that, how was I going to pretend I hadn’t had my tongue down my stepbrother’s throat just a couple of weeks ago?
It was so crazy that I could be so attracted to someone and yet despise them so much. Surely there had to be some sort of scientific explanation for it. Maybe Mason just had really powerful pheromones that made all my lady-parts flip out.
Yup, that had to be it. Pheromones.
CHAPTER TEN
MASON
I picked up a salmon puff and shoved it in my mouth before glancing across the table as my mother hissed at me like a cat on angel dust.
“Mason!” she said. “You’re not meant to be eating the appetizers just yet. We’re still waiting on Arizona.”
Of course. Arizona, the hot little thorn in my side. I’d barely seen her for the last couple of weeks, but that hadn’t stopped me from thinking about her every five fucking seconds. After the kiss we’d shared, she’d made it pretty clear that nothing else was ever going to happen between us, and I’d respected her wishes and left her alone. For now. I’d even volunteered to go to a bunch of charity events in California that my mother couldn’t be bothered attending just so I could get away from her for a while.
I wasn’t going to leave her alone forever, though. Oh no. I couldn’t hold out that long, so now that we were being forced to play happy families over lunch, I was going to have a bit of fun. How else would I liven things up around here? It wasn’t like I was getting laid. My dick still seemed to go limp every time I so much as thought about another chick.
“Sorry I’m a little late. I decided to get changed.”
A breathless feminine voice sounded from beside me, and I looked over, trying not to do a double take. Jesus. Arizona had just appeared at the table, and it took all the self-restraint I had to not stand up, throw her over my shoulder and walk out of the hotel restaurant right in front of Roy, my mother and all the reporters and photographers.
She was wearing a dark purple silken wrap dress, and my cock stiffened as I took in the slight hint of cleavage and the way it ever-so-slightly skimmed her curves, accentuating that perfect hourglass figure of hers. She had dark stilettos on to match, and as she walked around to the other side of the table, her hips and ass swayed with her every movement, almost drawing a tortured groan from my mouth until I jammed another salmon puff inside it instead.
“You look lovely, darling,” my mother cooed. “That color is so slimming on you.”
Ha. Just ten minutes ago I’d overheard her on the phone to Emile saying that Arizona needed to lose ten pounds and get a better haircut if she was going to be making public media appearances, even though this whole bullshit media lunch thing had been all her idea. Telling Arizona that the dress was ‘slimming’ on her was
Victoria was still an entitled bitch, though. Seriously, was she on crack or something? I couldn’t think of another reason why she was being so delusional. Just because she saw Roy as some sort of father figure didn’t mean he had to treat her like a daughter and give her all the things he’d given to me.
She stared at me silently for a minute and then held her hands up. “Fine. Let’s just go to this lunch and we’ll forget I said anything. All right?”
“Sure,” I said, stalking ahead of her to the elevator. “Let’s go.”
I wasn’t actually going to forget what she’d said anytime soon, but the last thing I needed was for her to be up my ass even more than usual over a petty little spat. Not when I was about to go face public enemy number one, otherwise known as Mason, at this lunch thing.
Ugh. How was I going to pretend for all the journalists that we were all one big happy family? On top of that, how was I going to pretend I hadn’t had my tongue down my stepbrother’s throat just a couple of weeks ago?
It was so crazy that I could be so attracted to someone and yet despise them so much. Surely there had to be some sort of scientific explanation for it. Maybe Mason just had really powerful pheromones that made all my lady-parts flip out.
Yup, that had to be it. Pheromones.
CHAPTER TEN
MASON
I picked up a salmon puff and shoved it in my mouth before glancing across the table as my mother hissed at me like a cat on angel dust.
“Mason!” she said. “You’re not meant to be eating the appetizers just yet. We’re still waiting on Arizona.”
Of course. Arizona, the hot little thorn in my side. I’d barely seen her for the last couple of weeks, but that hadn’t stopped me from thinking about her every five fucking seconds. After the kiss we’d shared, she’d made it pretty clear that nothing else was ever going to happen between us, and I’d respected her wishes and left her alone. For now. I’d even volunteered to go to a bunch of charity events in California that my mother couldn’t be bothered attending just so I could get away from her for a while.
I wasn’t going to leave her alone forever, though. Oh no. I couldn’t hold out that long, so now that we were being forced to play happy families over lunch, I was going to have a bit of fun. How else would I liven things up around here? It wasn’t like I was getting laid. My dick still seemed to go limp every time I so much as thought about another chick.
“Sorry I’m a little late. I decided to get changed.”
A breathless feminine voice sounded from beside me, and I looked over, trying not to do a double take. Jesus. Arizona had just appeared at the table, and it took all the self-restraint I had to not stand up, throw her over my shoulder and walk out of the hotel restaurant right in front of Roy, my mother and all the reporters and photographers.
She was wearing a dark purple silken wrap dress, and my cock stiffened as I took in the slight hint of cleavage and the way it ever-so-slightly skimmed her curves, accentuating that perfect hourglass figure of hers. She had dark stilettos on to match, and as she walked around to the other side of the table, her hips and ass swayed with her every movement, almost drawing a tortured groan from my mouth until I jammed another salmon puff inside it instead.
“You look lovely, darling,” my mother cooed. “That color is so slimming on you.”
Ha. Just ten minutes ago I’d overheard her on the phone to Emile saying that Arizona needed to lose ten pounds and get a better haircut if she was going to be making public media appearances, even though this whole bullshit media lunch thing had been all her idea. Telling Arizona that the dress was ‘slimming’ on her was
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