Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
He glances at me, narrowing his eyes. “I’m not the fuckin’ douche.”
“Well, then,” I say, walking around the counter, pulling out a stool and sitting on it. “Even more reason to share with me so we can hate whoever it is together. I’m good at that, as you know.”
He keeps leaning against the counter, and at this angle, I’m facing his groin. Good lord. I squirm and move my eyes away from the bulge and that incredible V that runs into his boxers. My heart races, a feeling I’ve not felt for a very long time. My womanly instincts are kicking in, and I’m finding myself wanting to lick every inch of the man I’m working for.
Very professional.
“My sister wants my house.”
I remove my sexy thoughts quickly and look up at him. “Your sister?”
“Yeah.”
“Wants this house?”
“That’s what I just fuckin’ said.”
“Keep your shirt on,” I mutter, then glance at his bare chest. “Or not.”
“It was my mother and father’s house. My mother left it all to me, not a cent to her, and now she wants it, and she’s tryin’ to fight it.”
“First of all...” I say, crossing my legs, and not missing how his eyes drop to my boy shorts that peek out from under the long shirt I’m wearing.
“You always wear that shit around the house?”
I click my fingers in front of his face. “Focus. That’s what I sleep in. You’re more exposed than me, you don’t hear me complaining.”
“I’m a man.”
“And I like to be comfortable, now can we get back to the subject on hand? Your sister. As I was saying, first of all, I have to know, how come your mom didn’t leave her a single thing? I mean, did they have a falling out? Not get along?”
Mason’s eyes move to mine after lingering for a second too long on my thighs, not that I mind; it feels nice to be noticed.
“They used to, but my mom was unwell and my sister did nothin’, not a fuckin’ thing. She bailed and wanted nothin’ to do with her, but the moment she found out she got left nothin’, she was furious.”
“Wow,” I murmur. “That’s incredibly selfish. Not of your mother, but of your sister. She sounds like she’d be a good match for my sister.”
Mason snorts. “Yeah, she would.”
“So, now she is trying to fight you for the house and money?”
Mason crosses his arms. Don’t look, Saskia. Do not look at the candy you really, really want to lick.
“Yeah, that house and the jewelry Mom had. It’s worth a lot. She wants, as she tells me, at least that.”
“God,” I mutter, scrunching up my nose. “What a cow. So, you’re telling me she didn’t help your poor mom when she was sick, but she thinks she’s somehow entitled to all this?”
Mason nods.
“Nope. Just nope.”
He makes a grunting sound, but his eyes go a little light, like he almost wants to smile. That makes me happy. Everyone deserves someone who can make them smile.
“That’s all of it, my sister is fuckin’ me off, and I’m trying to figure out how to deal with her.”
“It’s not an easy task. I know how you feel,” I tell him. “You could try to gently shove her off a cliff. As long as you put on the tears, no one will think you done it...”
Mason grunts, and shakes his head.
“You hear any more from that bitch of a woman who calls herself your sister?”
I smile at him. I like people being on my side. It kind of feels nice. “No, thank god.”
“You think she’s even pregnant?”
I shrug. “With Yolanda, anything is possible. She enjoys seeing other people in pain.”
Mason nods, then murmurs, “Start wearing pants around the house, yeah?”
He pushes off the counter, and I watch him start striding away.
“Is my ass offending you?”
He grunts. “No, it’s makin’ me want to shove my fuckin’ dick into it. Wear pants.”
Oh. Boy.
He doesn’t turn and look at me when he says this, and thank god, because I think, for the first time in years, I actually flush.
Get it together.
“I knew you wanted to be my friend,” I call out, a huge smile on my face.
“Unlikely, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart.
Gah.
Swoon.
~*~*~*~
SASKIA
You’ve got to be kidding me.
I stare at the two women standing at the front door. One is my sister, there is no missing that. The other, is clearly, Theresa. Mason’s sister. I know this because she looks exactly like him, with long dark hair, and those incredible eyes. She’s tall and slim and incredibly beautiful. She’s the devil in disguise. Without a doubt. What I want to know is why the hell both of them are at Mason’s house on a Sunday morning.
He just left.
Which means I have to deal with them.
“Can I help you?” I ask them, acting as if I don’t know my sister because, honestly, I want to punch her right in the eye.