Where Would I Be Without You - By CJ Hawk Page 0,37

getting ready to go to Mason's parents, I felt nothing but nerves. We were to arrive at eleven in the morning for a Sunday brunch as that is what time his parents and sisters would be back from Church. Just the fact that I had not gone to church since Easter made me feel inadequate. Not to mention all the ideals that Mason spoke of that was the perfect woman for him, per his father. I had a serious case of lacking going on in my brain, and it showed as I tried on the eighth dress for the morning. Every dress I put on was either too sexy, too matronly, or I just didn't have the right heels to go with the dress. I finally settled on a dress that might be too slinky, but the lightweight sweater over it with three-inch heels seemed sensible.

As soon as Mason knocked on my door, I realized there was no going back into my bedroom to change again. I had to just be ok with who I am and hope that his family likes me as much as Mason does.

I opened my door to a very sexy looking man who was in a nice pair of tan slacks, a blue silk dress shirt opened just enough buttons it felt like a teaser, that I wouldn't mind taking the shirt off. He has such a nice chest, nice pecs, he looks so good naked - I mentally babbled in my head.

He took a few steps in and laid a sweet kiss on my lips. "You look gorgeous."

"Not too dressed up or too... you know, sexy?" I questioned.

"No. Perfect. Although, I would like to see more cleavage. Believe me, my sisters are no Mother Theresa when it comes to dressing. They've got some serious Latin blood in them. They like their curves. Ready to go?" He grabbed my hand as I bit my lip and looked in the direction of my bedroom.

"Maybe I should go change. You know. To something different. Maybe you could help me." I felt the palms of my hands start to sweat.

"Love. If I go in your bedroom with you and watch you get undressed, we won't be making it to my parents' house on time, or at all." His voice held a bit of laughter as his eyes twinkled while trailing my body. "Lose the sweater. It's warm out. You have a great body. Don't start acting like you need to hide it. Besides, that dress is almost to your ankles and all I can think about is how I want it to scrunch up around your waist."

I slapped his hand as he started to pull my dress up to peek under. "Later."

"Promise?" He laughed.

I pulled his head down for a kiss and when I pulled back, I gave him a sultry flirting look and a simple reply. "Absolutely." From that point, we walked out to his black BMW, the one that he told me his dad bought him after college; I felt a lot more reassured that meeting his family wouldn't be so bad after all just from holding his hand.

It started out that way. I walked into a kitchen with four women bustling about preparing food. All of them with gorgeous long dark brown hair that held curls. They were all dressed in simple summer dresses but with their body and curves, it made them look as if they were walking the red carpet. I wanted to escape to the restroom and do a little plumping action of the girls by pitching them higher in my bra. My C cups felt like A's in this room. Then when his mother turned to me with so much excitement and warmth to her personality, I wanted to take her home and claim her as my own mother.

His mother's warm embrace and comments about how adorable I am, put me at a complete ease about how this day was going to play out. However, I thought I heard one of his sister's comments under her breath that I might be Mason's type, but I was not their father's type for Mason. When I turned sharply to the comment, I had nothing to say as the two married sisters who looked almost identical stood there with a sweet smile on their face. Maybe I was imagining things.

Mason finally quit picking at bites of food and looked up to a silent room of five women. "Oops, sorry. Everyone knows your name. Amber