Exquisite (15 page)

Lena kept her eyes locked with
Mason’s and watched his jaw tense up. The he nodded. “Fine I’ll let you get her
the
drink
sir.” he reached under the bar and pulled out a glass and all
the ingredients he needed, including a more than decent amount of vodka. He
slid it across the bar to her and looked at the man, “$13.00 please.”

Mason took the money and Lena
noticed the man looking over at her. She turned to him and smiled. “Thanks. I
needed that.”

“You’re welcome honey. What’d you
say your name was again? Rebecca?”

She heard a cough behind her and
knew it’d come from the bar. She nodded, “That’s right.”

Looking back at Mason, ready to
play, she took a sip licking her lips, “This place is busy tonight.” 

He looked as though he was about to
say something when a tall stunning redhead pushed her way to the bar and gushed
in a high pitched voice. “Mason! Oh my god it’s been way to long sweetheart.”

She looked around and Lena saw her
skim right over her like she wasn’t even there.

“This place is packed! I
don’t  suppose,” she said leaning across the bar, to a mute Mason, “We can
run out the back for a minute or two for old time’s sake?”

Lena looked across the bar at a
wide eyed bartender and narrowed her eyes at him.

Mason could
not
believe what
was happening. First he’d had to stand there and watch some moron drool all
over the delicious doctor, while he’d just wanted to reach over and punch him
out, and now just when he was about to start flirting outrageously with the
curvy goddess, Trisha had to show up.
God, could this moment get anymore
awkward?
He looked at Lena, who was glaring at him like he was dog shit on
her shoe, then turned to try and get rid of the immediate problem, Trisha.

“No Trisha, not tonight. Can’t you
see we’re jam packed in here?”

He watched Trisha look around again
and this time she actually physically bumped into Lena, who turned her glare on
her.

“Oh I’m sorry.” Trisha then spun
back around and leaned over smiling at him, “Opps. Now I’m running into your
customers.”

Mason saw the moment Lena heard and
watched her shoulders stiffen and her back straighten.
Oh shit
, he was
thinking,
that was her grenade lobbying pose and Trisha and him were in the
line of fire.
Just as he was about to say something to her he saw Shelly
walking over toward them. She looked at him, then Trisha and then lastly at her
friend and he watched as the usually friendly doctor got a look on her face
that almost matched Lena when she was pissed.
Fantastic.
Just what he
needed, the only ally he had now hated him. Turning back to Trisha he said in a
sterner voice. “You should leave Trisha I can’t get free tonight.”

She pouted then asked, “How about
tomorrow night?”

He was about to say,
how about
no night
, when he saw the writer from
Delicious
being escorted over
to him by Wendy. He bit the inside of his cheek and willed himself to calm
down, he was a professional and although this was turning out to be a huge
clusterfuck, he
could
deal with it. He noticed Shelly had taken a seat
beside her friend, who was still glaring at him in the hopes of him
disintegrating into a pile of ash, and she was whispering something in her ear.
Lena didn’t turn to face her, just arched an eyebrow and kept deadly silent.

“Mason.” Wendy said all smiles as
she brought forward Peter Ryder from
Delicious
.

“Excuse me.” she said and finally,
finally,
saved him by pushing Trisha out of the way. Finally taking a hint Trisha waved,
“Call me.”

Not likely
, he thought,
if
he ever got out alive
.

“Mason. What a wonderful place you
have here.”

Smiling stiffly and wiping damp
palms on his thighs he glanced over at Lena, who was still seated, back ramrod
straight grimace in place eyes glaring at him.

“Thanks Peter. I hope you enjoyed
yourself tonight?”

“Oh yes.” he said with a chuckle,
“But not as much as you I’m sure. Who was the redhead?”

He winced and just when he thought
things couldn’t get worse Lena threw her grenade.

“Oh. She’s number thirty four.”

He watched the train wreck unfold
in slow motion as it slowed down to a complete crawl before plowing into him.

“Excuse me?” Peter asked with a
laugh turning to face, who he assumed was, an attractive stranger. Lena smiled
at him but her eyes stayed cold.

“The redhead. She’s number thirty
four on his list. Didn’t you research him before you came?”

Peter glanced over to Mason who was
now looking at Lena like she’d lost her mind. Shelly, who’d been seated beside
her, stood up.

“I don’t quite understand what you
mean.”

“Oh let me explain it for you. If
you Google this fine man here it’ll show how many redheads, brunettes and
blonds he’s had ahhh, what did you call it, a good night with. That lady was
number thirty four.” she paused in her tirade for a moment then added, “For
this year alone! Who knew someone could be so very talented to juggle that many
women around.”

“Lena stop it.” he heard Shelly
hiss under her breath but nothing was going to stop her now. He watched with
silent fury as she coolly decimated his character in front of a god damn
reporter.

“Oh and do you know this man well?”
he heard Peter ask.

She smiled sweetly and looked over
to him then back to the reporter. “Oh yes. I was with him on Wednesday night.
You see. I was planning to be number thirty four, but I guess I got pushed out
of the way.”  and with that parting shot she bent down to reach for her
purse and coat. Mason was still trying to wrap his brain around everything
that’d just happened and how extremely pissed off he was when she started for
the door. Shelly trailed behind her and he knew if he didn’t act now this would
be it. Peter glanced at him with a confused look and Mason muttered under his
breath. “I’m sorry.”

Knowing he was committing career
suicide he ran around the bar and took off after Lena. She was just about out
the door when he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the door leading to
the room upstairs. She looked up at him with eyes so cold he thought they would
freeze him on the spot. He saw Shelly behind her stop and wait not knowing what
to do. He looked at her and said through gritted teeth.

“Give us a minute Shelly.” then he
dragged her up three steps and slammed the door shut and locked it with a
deafening click.

“What the fuck was that all about?”

Lena watched as he climbed one step
then turned to face her where she stood against the wall. She was up a step
from him so she was effectively taller and right at that moment she was happy
for even that much leverage.

“Screw you.” she spat at him,
seething over the whole evening that’d gone to shit so quickly she couldn’t
even begin to imagine when it’d been going right.

“Screw me?” he asked through
clenched teeth, “Oh Lena trust me, you screwed me really good out there in the
bar.”

She looked down at him and narrowed
her eyes. “Oh I’m so sorry that I stopped you from taking a minute in the back
with redhead number..”

“If you even
mention
a
number, so help me God.”

Glaring at him she realized he’d
stepped forward effectively pushing her against the wall. Then with slow
concise words he asked. “Now tell me what you were doing out there?”

“It dawned on me what a colossal
mistake this has all been.” she paused took a breath and felt her chest heave.
“That’s right Langley. I saw the light in the space of five minutes with a
redhead and some stranger called Peter.”

“If you’d shut your mouth for one
second out there tonight I would’ve explained everything to you. But no,
instead of waiting for a logical explanation, Dr O’Donnell flipped the fuck out
and turned into a raging bitch. Do you know what you cost me tonight?”

Lena just wanted to leave. She was
so mad and possibly more inebriated than she first thought, but this huge wall
of a man wouldn’t get out of her way. So instead she snapped at him. “Seven
minutes of heaven in the back closet.”

He moved quicker than she could
blink and before she knew it he’d moved up a step and had a hand wrapped up in
her hair and the other gripping her waist tight.

“Let go of me.” she spat at him.
Instead of complying he just moved in even closer. He tugged her hair so she
was now was looking up at him.

“Your little temper tantrum was in
front of Peter Ryder, from
Delicious
magazine. He was here tonight to
interview me and get us into the national market.” he paused and she felt his
whole body shake against hers with restrained anger. “But instead of a piece on
my food, customers and location, he’s probably going to write about how I fuck
a different woman every night.”

Lena shook as he pushed against
her. The hand at her waist slid down the curve of her hip and grabbed her ass
as he hitched her up the wall and pushed his hips in tight to hold her there on
tiptoes. She couldn’t breathe. In fact she couldn’t think. She couldn’t even
remember why she so was pissed off and why she’d turned into such a raging
lunatic. All she could think about was how hard his thick thighs and erection
was as they pressed up intimately against her. The hand in her hair had gentled
a little but it was still wound tight holding her still. He moved his pissed
off face in close to her and she saw the anger shimmering in his eyes.

“The problem with that story though
is the only woman I want every night is trying to drive me in-fucking-sane. So
tell me Lena, what the fuck were you doing out there?”

Mason watched her pulse flutter at
the base of her neck and couldn’t help himself, before she answered him he
leaned in and kissed it. He heard her suck in a deep breath and was surprised
to feel her reach up to grab his hair in her hands. She tightened them and
pulled his head back. He looked at her with narrow eyes and released his hold
on her hair dropping his hand down to her waist. She hadn’t put her coat on,
when he’d dragged her in here, so she was pushed up against the wall in her
little black dress and although he was furious with her she looked absolutely
mouth watering.

He trailed his eyes down over her
beautiful breasts then told her. “You’re going to keep your mouth shut and I’m
going to give you that Orgasm you asked for.” he thought for a moment she was
going to tell him to get lost, but instead she leaned her head back against the
wall and pushed her hips out toward him. He groaned low and moved in, grinding
himself up against her. “Spread your legs just a little for me.”

When she complied silently he
trailed a hand down her thigh to stroke the bare skin with his fingers. Her
shoulders were pressed against the wall pushing her chest out to him and her
hair was spilling down all around her. Her legs were spread apart enough to
make it look as though she was inviting him inside, and her short little skirt
had ridden so far up her thighs he could now see some black lace peeking out at
him. Tracing a line up behind her thigh, until he reached the elastic leg of
her panties, he watched her as she looked down at his hand then back at him.
Her eyes were so wide and vulnerable devoid of all anger that he felt all of
his disappear as quickly as it’d come. He moved in close to her placing his
free hand by her head against the wall then dipped his knees a little as he
ground his hard cock right up against the lace of her panties. He rested his
forehead against hers. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

She took a deep breath and those
breasts rose up to him then fell back down. He watched her lick her lips as she
closed her eyes and whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

He gripped her waist with his free
hand and pushed his hips hard against her, and he wasn’t sure if he was doing
it for pleasure or to punish her but either way it felt damn good. When she
moaned softly he lifted a hand to the neck of the dress and tugged it down. Her
breasts spilled out the top and were bared to him. She opened her eyes slowly
and rolled her hips into his and thrust her breasts forward, so he did what any
red blooded, horny as fuck man would do. He leaned down and took one of her
nipples into his mouth.

Lena moaned loudly when he dipped
his head and sucked her nipple hard. She felt as though her skin was on fire
and his mouth seemed the have a direct link to the nerves between her thighs.
She reached up with one hand to grip the back of his hair, but this time she
gently tugged him forward as he flicked her tight nipple with his tongue.

“Stop teasing me.” she demanded and
when he looked up at her she saw the twinkle back in his eyes. She didn’t like
fighting with him but when that redhead had come through the door it was as
though Lena had lost her mind. All she’d wanted tonight was his hands on her,
and instead that bimbo had been asking him for the same thing. She knew she’d
done what she had out of jealousy. Jealousy and fear,
because what could he
want with her when he had women like that one, throwing themselves at him?
Right then he seemed to decide to show her because one of his hands made its
way down between them and started rubbing against the damp lace that was
irritating her aroused skin.

“Please.” she panted softly with
her head against the wall and her fingers in his hair. He looked up from where
he’d been kissing and asked with a smug grin.

“Please what?”

Shutting her eyes she shook her
head against the wall and bit her bottom lip pushing her hips out against his
hand trying to get his fingers where she needed them.“I knew you’d do
this to me.”

“Do what?” he asked leaning in
grinning against her lips.