Where Would I Be Without You - By CJ Hawk Page 0,14

and smiled.

I stumbled on the first part with laughter. "Mason." I pointed to Marion. "Marion meet Mason." Then I pointed to Mason. Out of my silliness, I just introduced the wrong name to the wrong person. Marion bailed me out fast.

"Hi Mason. I'm Marion. Amber's best friend. I heard she put on quite a show for you." She laughed, and I glared. She should not have reminded him. Then she smiled at me with raised eyebrows to say 'what?' and all was forgiven. I could never stay mad at her or think her intentions were ill wished.

He stepped forward and shook her hand hello, and then he turned back to me. "Sorry. Mrs. Hatley apparently does not like your Monday morning laundry routine as she called it. And since I am new here, and she seems to think I give a dang about who monopolizes the laundry room, not saying that you are; I figured it would just be easier to take your things out of the dryers."

"So?" I stood there looking at my perfectly folded clothes wondering if all my lacy things like bras were at the bottom or did he fold those too? "It wasn't Mrs. Hatley that folded them?"

He laughed and looked at me straight in the face. "No. That would be me."

The room grew suddenly quiet and in less than two seconds, Marion was out the door hollering, she will call me later. She has never left without a hug good bye. I think she felt the same storm brewing that I did, and it wasn't the kind that you cursed at; it was the kind where you hunker down with a naked sexy man and do things to pass the time. When a man folds laundry for a woman - that is like porn for women. Gulp.

I finally got the nerve to look up into his eyes. Those gorgeous bluish greenish eyes that captivated me with their mere brightness and invitation to just jump right on in and take a swim. His eyes were smiling but they were also singing Latin love songs to my heart. He finally broke the trance and walked over and closed my apartment door, all while turning his ringer on his phone to mute. When he turned to me, I wanted to melt into the floorboards.

He started off with 'it's no big deal'. I laughed lightly. Then he continued on explaining. "I have three sisters and don't think that I didn't have to deal with their laundry a time or two. I just felt it was easier and perhaps nicer being it's your birthday and all, so I folded them for you."

I stumbled out. "Actually Wednesday is my birthday."

"I know that. But someone as special as you should celebrate all week long." He said it like his tongue just ran up and down my body giving me the shivers, or perhaps; I just imagined that.

I let my hands slowly stroke up his arm, and over his shoulder until my wrist draped over it, and my hips moved in close to him within inches. I tilted my head while looking up at him with bedroom eyes and realized that I was not in control of my body. My body was in control of my mind, which I was feeling completely out of control. I had such a sexual desire standing next to this man. The man who just folded my laundry and brought it up to me. Not only was he incredibly sexy naked, although I only got to see it from a separation of an alley way, guessing twenty thirty feet between buildings, give or take a few feet. I was drawn in by his eyes. It was as if they could look at me and undress me with a sensual stroke. I could look into his eyes and declare that I found euphoria. "I don't normally do this kind of thing."

His voice stroked my skin when he replied with something so very unexpected. "Well I guess that just makes me a very lucky man."

I didn't have to finish with my seduction that I was planning in my head. Mr. sexy super, Mason soon to be CEO Montahue, naked or dressed, slowly lowered his lips to mine as his strong hands wrapped themselves up onto places on my body that had me reeling for more. I felt his right hand slip behind my head, touching my neck and entangling his fingers into my hair. I felt his other hand glide