JAMIE
I stepped onto the tarmac. Mason Knight wasnât far behind me.
I could hear the noise of his shoes with every step and smell his expensive cologne.
Mason had spent most of the flight home buried in his work, finishing up the details from the business trip.
It was pretty much like last night had never happened.
Exactly what I had expected. What Iâd prepared myself for.
One time, and one time only.
That was the best Iâd ever had. After the deed was done, weâd collapsed onto the king-size bed.
I woke up during the night and found Mason had left. There was a note on my bedside table letting me know our flight home would be an earlier one than planned.
âDo you need a ride home, Jamie?â
I smiled. âNo, thanks. My friend is waiting for me. Iâll see you tomorrow morning.â
âYouâve worked through the weekend, I think youâve earned a couple of days off.â Mason stopped by the door to his car. âIâll see you Wednesday morning.â
Thatâs generous of him; I was worried about working two weeks straight.
I was absolutely exhausted too.
âThanks, Mr. Knight. See you Wednesday morning, then.â
Then I walked away, trying my best to be casual. This was normal for him, but it wasnât for me.
How am I going to go on day in and day out, working for him, knowing whatâs underneath those clothes?
After hearing him moan while he did anything he wanted with me, it wasnât exactly something I could just erase.
Carmen was waiting in her car outside the private runway, just like we had arranged. I opened the back door and threw my bag on the seat.
âHi, love.â
âHey.â I opened the door to the passenger side and slipped in. âThanks for picking me up, we left earlier than planned, since business was taken care of.â
Carmen winked. âNaughty business?â
So weâre getting right to it, then. I sighed and smiled. âBusiness of multiple sorts.â
She squealed. âOh my God, I knew it! I knew you couldnât resist his Moby Dick.â
I chuckled. âYou had that one saved up in case I slept with him, didnât you?â
âI rehearsed on the drive over. So, I want to know everything. Donât be stingy with the details. Tell Carmen.â
She started up the car and we got on our way.
âI donât know what there is to tell. It was hot and rough, just like I expected, and he was in control the entire time.â
Carmen grinned. âHow big? Massive?â
âA cucumber has got nothing on Mason Knight, thatâs for sure.â
She could hardly contain herself with laughter. Definitely not a good thing for the driver.
Maybe I should have saved the saucy details until we made it home.
âSo what happens now, then?â
I shrugged. âNothing, I suppose. He only sleeps with a woman once, remember?â
I was his brunette exception for one night. Thatâs that.
âWell, at least youâll always have that night together. The memory and a dildo will keep you going.â She glanced over at me. âWell, and Ryan.â
âUgh. Iâve been feeling so guilty over him. I slept with Mason despite not even going on a date with him, yet Iâve been out with Ryan a number of times and I still turned him down the night before I left.â
He was such a good guy, so patient and kind.
âHeâs going to treat me well, you know?â
Carmen shrugged. âMaybe you werenât feeling it with him. I think youâre trying to convince yourself that you like him like that.â
âCarmen! Am not! Heâs cute, I like him.â
âCute he may be. But not the best fuck of your life.â
I dropped my head into my hands.
âJust let me drink myself into oblivion. I guess sleeping with Mason was a mistake. Iâd rather not discuss it again. Letâs just pretend it never happened.â
âIf you say so.â
Two days off work. I would like to have a drink so I could forget the events of the weekend for a couple of hours.
That is, until Mum called and invited me to dinner.
***
I was sitting at the table with my dad after being roped into playing his usual game of cards.
Playing cards with Dad was something Jake and I grew up doing, especially while we waited on dinner to come to the table.
A few years ago, when we were still in uni, we played a game of Slaps.
It was one I never forgot. Letâs just say my brother left the table with more than a sore hand and a bruised ego. He hasnât played cards with me since.
âHow was your weekend in Seattle?â Dad asked, not looking up from his cards. I was sure he had a good hand.
âYeah, it was good.â I could feel my face getting hot.
Even though Iâm older now, when Iâve done something Iâm not proud of I always think my parents have immediately found out somehow.
âWell, I hope that Mr. Knight has given you some time off considering youâve worked through the weekend.â
My mum had her hands in a pair of oven mitts as she took out the casserole. The smell of spices wafted through the air. She always makes a separate dish just for me.
I love family dinners, but today I wanted to avoid the questions. âIâm off until Wednesday. Mason gave me two days off. He isnât as bad as everyone makes him out to be.â
~Ugh, Jamie, could you sound ~more~ obvious?~
Dad scoffed. âI donât know about that. A man with money and power, thatâs all gone to his head, I doubt he knows the meaning of the word ~respect~.â
Yikes.
âWell, maybe someday heâll learn,â Mum butted in. âHe is quite yummy, though, isnât he, sweetheart?â
âJesus Christ, Mum!â
I had a feeling my face couldnât get any redder.
My dad rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair.
âYour mother has a thing for younger men now. Iâm pretty sure thereâs more than books being discussed at Tuesdayâs book club.â
âOh, donât complain now, Clay, thereâs plenty of me to go around.â
Mum placed the casserole down on the table.
My dad spanked my mum lightly before placing his arm around her waist. âJulia, you are all mine, you know that.â
Much to my embarrassment, I sat watching their display of affection and playfulness.
Iâve grown up watching them like this; I suppose itâs why I look up to them when it comes to relationships.
âOkay,â I mumbled, âthatâs enough of the kissing and the slapping and the nauseatingââ
Mum chuckled. âThereâs nothing wrong with showing affection to the one you love. This will be you down the line, believe it or not.â
I rolled my eyes. âI doubt that.â
Mum grabbed cutlery from the kitchen island. âHow are things between you and Ryan?â
I knew she was going to ask about him sooner or laterâshe was so rooting for us to become official.
âWeâre not official or anything, just seeing how things go for now. I want to take my time and get to know him before rushing into anything.â
She looked at me, hopeful. âBut you like him?â
âYes, I like him. Iâm seeing him again this week. I donât know what weâre doing yet. He wants to keep it a surprise.â
âWell, that sounds promising. I know heâll treat you well.â
Mum placed the vegetarian casserole down on the table in front of me.
The front door opened.
âHelloo!â
Jake walked down the hall into the kitchen.
âWell, arenât you lot thoughtful, waiting for me before you start!â
âWe havenât started, sweetheart.â Mum waved him down. âSit and Iâll dish up for you.â
She grabbed a plate and fussed over him like she always does.
âThanks, Mum,â My brother stuffed his face with a mouthful of food. âI was out with a girl all day, Iâm famished.â
I groaned. âYouâre gross.â
Jake chuckled. âThat wasnât what I was talking about, but shows where your mind is at. By the way, Jamie, how is Carmen?â
I groaned more loudly. âShut up.â
âTouché.â
âSo Christmas is the week after next. Youâre both staying the night, right?â Mum looked across the table.
âSure I am,â I said. âIt wouldnât be Christmas if we didnât stay the night.â
The thought alone had me excited. We havenât gone a year without being under the same roof on Christmas morning, so why stop now?
âAll right,â Jake sighed, though he was only pretending to be indignant. âCount me in. Itâs tradition, after all.â