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that strange look comes back into his eyes again.

“I wouldn’t know, Mason. I forgot to send your emails… and last time I looked, the real estate investors were selling their shares to try and recoup some of their losses,” he adds, trying not to smile again.

“Get out,” I hear myself saying in a low voice. “Leave your keycard on the desk and get out.”

His eyes widen for a moment, not expecting this from me. “Sir, If you could just leave it until tomorrow, maybe the day after. It’ll all look clearer then, I promise,” he says knowingly, but my eyes are past him, on the door and I’m ready to call security to have him thrown out if need be.

After a few moments facing me off, he sighs again, tossing his keycard in front of me and walking out the door.

“You could do a lot better than what’s in there too, Mason,” he murmurs on his way out, stabbing a thumb towards the other room where Jules is.

Once I hear the elevator close behind him, I feel all the air rushing out of me, like I’ve been sucker punched.

Locking my office doors, I make my way back to Jules, feeling nothing but relief when I see her sitting there, waiting for me.

Chapter Twenty-One

Jules

I know It’s only been a day, maybe two, but I’ve never seen Mason so wound up as when he comes back through the door. I have no idea what’s happened, but instead of asking if he wants me to leave, I know that he needs me now more than ever.

I just go to him, I put myself in front of him and wait for him to tell me what he wants or what he needs.

“Let’s just go to bed, Jules. I only want one thing right now and I’m looking at her.”

I want to ask him a million things, but seeing him smile when I let him hold me after he’s kissed me and whispered what he wants to do to me in his bed, I decide to leave it alone and just enjoy the one thing I know we both need right now.

Each other.

I feel a pleasant ache all over when I wake up, the bed is empty but Mason warned me in advance about his early riser habit, so I content myself to snuggle under the covers, breathing in his scent and taking in his warmth which lingers.

I can hear him whistling cheerfully from the kitchen, which makes me smile as I close my eyes, waiting for him to come back.

Knowing somehow, that he’ll have something for me.

I just know he will.

Hearing Mason humming now, getting closer, I have to fight not to squeal out loud, I feel so excited.

I’m picturing him naked… maybe a rose in between his teeth, bringing me breakfast in bed.

Breathing in deep and stretching myself out under the covers, I ready myself for another one of his special climaxes.

I roll over and open my eyes.

It’s Mason, a cup of coffee in one hand and a pressed outfit for me in the other, and a bundle of papers under one of his arms.

He’s in his suit again. And it looks like mine arrived early this morning.

“Fifteen minutes until the meeting. We can’t be late,” he chimes, and sets down my coffee, lays the outfit on the bed next to me, pecks my cheek and he’s gone again.

The sound of his humming disappearing once I hear his office door closing.

I guess this is day one as whatever it is I am now… on a work day.

A Monday.

I throw myself back against the pillows, moaning with that ache again, the memory of Mason inside me yesterday and most of last night still so fresh I have to smile as I sigh to myself.

But I also realize he’s serious. Fifteen minutes to shower and get dressed for his meeting.

He’s all play when it’s playtime, but I know that Mason Thorne is all business when it comes to business.

I slurp my scalding hot coffee on my way to the shower, running that hotter than usual to soothe some of my aches, but try as I might by the time I’m scuttling for the board room opposite reception, I see the door closing.

Crap!

I’m late for my first day, my first meeting.

Whatever it is I’m supposed to be doing.

Crap!

I tiptoe up to the huge walnut doors, and I can hear Mason’s deep voice as he starts to address everyone in the room.

I open one door just a