Mason showed up early for dinner. I was happy to see him. I knew he is a very busy man and for him to make time for me. Meant the world to me. "Since when did you start cooking?" He asked me as he was sipping his wine.
"I know how to cook. My mother just always did all the cooking. Besides, I hate to eat out all the time. I know its like the thing to do here in the city. I just like to cook here at home." He smiled at me. God, he was good looking. I haven't slept with someone in a very long time. I had been dating Brent for a while, but he was horrible in bed. I needed to get that shit out of my mind. All I cared about was getting our friendship back. I didn't want to make it awkward.
"Your place is nice." He said. I was sure his place was at least four times the size of mine.
"It cozy, it's just me here. I don't need a lot." I walked over and placed our food down on the table.
"Thanks, Cans," he said. He poured us more wine.
"I wanted to ask you something." He wiped his face and looked at me. "My parent's thirtieth anniversary is in a month. They are having a big party to celebrate. I was wondering if you would like to go home with me?" He looked back down at his food.
"For the party?" I nodded my head at him.
"For how long?"
"I'm got a week off, but you can leave whenever you want." I was hoping he would say yes and stay with me the week. "We can stay at my parents or get a hotel room. Separate rooms of course." He smiled at me. "I thought maybe we could check on Marcus." He took a deep breath.
"Let me see what I can do to get some time off."
"Mason, it's your company. I'm sure you can do whatever you want."
"Well, your right about that." We both laughed. "Sure Cans, I'll go home with you." I smiled and started to clap my hands. "You're so cute." He said and I blushed. And you're sexy as hell, I said to myself. Damn it, Candace. I just shook my head. "What's going on in your head?" He asked me. I just looked up at him.
"Nothing, what's going on in your head."
"It may have been seven years Cans, but I still know you." I just shook my head at him. "You want me, don't you."
"Mason!" I said slapping his arm.
"Relax Cans, I'm just playing." He said while laughing. I rolled my eyes at him. If only he knew what I was actually thinking. We took our wine into my living room.
"So you got a girl right now?" I asked him feeling braver now that the wine was kicking in.
"What do you mean?" He asked me. Mason took a set right next to me on the couch.
"I mean is there someone your seeing now?"
"There are several Cans. It just depends on who I'm in the mood for." He smiled and sipped his wine. I shook my head. "What?" He asked me.
"I don't know. I guess maybe I don't care for you like a bit of a playboy."
"I thought it was a dog?" He said and I smiled at him.
"You don't care about any of them?"
"Well I mean I don't hate them."
"How many are there?" I asked.
"Come on Cans, let's not talk about this." I eyed him for a moment.
"Come on we're adults now. You can tell me." He just shook his head and looked away from me.
"Three? Your sleeping with three different women? I wonder what that's like?" I took a sip of my wine. "Maybe I should find like three different guys to be with." He looked back at me.
"I think you have had enough wine. That's what I think," He said and he went to take my drink from me.
"Hey, your not my daddy."
"Maybe I should be." I giggled when he said that. "Give me the wine?"
"Why? I'm in my own home. What could go wrong?" I eyed him and took another sip of my wine. He shook his head at me.
"I don't want to have to babysit you, Cans."
"Babysit me? You have been drinking to Mr. Black." I said with a smirk on my face.
"You're being a bad girl."
"Do you want to spank me?" I said and giggled some more.
"Come on give me the glass."
"No," I said and moved away from him and tried to hide my cup.
"You think I won't come to get it?" He asked me while he eyed me.
"I think I'd like for you to try." Now I knew I was getting out of line, but the wine didn't care. He made a jump for me and I squealed and took off. I wasn't fast enough as he snatched me up into the air. This wasn't young Mason. This was a grown-ass man who had bulked up. He held me like I weighed nothing more than a feather. "Mason, this is my house and my wine." I tried to argue. He took my glass and set it down. Then he tossed me over his shoulder and slapped my ass. Holy fuck, that turned me on.
"Are you going to behave yourself?"
"No." Slap, he got me again. Fuck, I said to myself.
"No?" He questioned me.
"No," I said again, and once again he slapped my ass. Now I don't really know where this came from but, "If you keep doing that, You're going to have a fourth woman to entertain." Oh my god, did I just say that? Mason brought me down to my feet in front of him.
"What did you just say?" He asked me. His eyes looked dark and I was trying to read his expression. "Cans?" He said softly.
"I... Shit. Umm." I felt his hand touch my face.
"I don't think this is a good idea." He said, I sighed when he said that. I took a step back and my world started to spin some. Yep, I have had too much to drink.
"I'm sorry Mason. I was out of line." I said and headed to the kitchen. He followed me in. I started to try and make myself some coffee. I pulled a water bottle out and turned to see Mason sitting at the bar watching me.
"I think you misunderstood me Cans." I gave him a funny look as I tried to make the room stay still.
"You think I don't want you? Well, your wrong and If I took you. You would be the only one, But you are drunk and I would lose it if I took you and you regretted it in the morning." Oh Lord, help me now.
"I would never regret you Mason, but your right. I'm drunk and this is not right. I just missed you so much." I felt like an asshole. Mason stood up and came over to me. He pulled me into his arms and held me. I felt him kiss the top of my head.
"I missed you too." He said. "Let me take you to bed and I'll bring you your coffee. Maybe some aspirin as well." I nodded at him and he took my hand and took me to my bedroom. "Change or whatever it is you women do and I'll be right back. He left the room and I walked into my bathroom. I grabbed my teeshirt and got undressed to my panties. I started to put my shirt on. when I heard him. "Shit, I'm sorry." He said. I pulled my teeshirt down and just looked at him. "That's what you sleep in?" The shirt barely covers my stomach. I looked down at myself.
"Is there something wrong?" I asked him.
"What? Fuck no, damn your hot." I giggled and walked out to my bed and climbed inside the blankets. "When did you get a tattoo?" He asked me. I had gotten a few roses going down my ribs.
"Oh, I did that in college. It was sort of a dare. I lost but the tattoo came out looking nice. Don't you think?" I asked him as I pulled my shirt back up. He could see the underneath of my breast. His eyes were once again dark.
"Yeah, it's nice." Was all he said and I giggled again.
"Your too much Candace." He said as he came to the side of the bed and handed me a cup of black coffee. I looked at it and gave him a yuck look. "What?" He asked.
"No sugar or milk," I said with my lip out.
"Brat." He said and took the cup. When he came back the coffee looked much better. I yawned out and Mason reached over and kissed my forehead. "I'm going to head home. Is there anything I can do for you before I leave?" He asked me.
"Yeah, promise me you will come back," I said with my eyes closed and almost asleep. I felt him softly kiss my lips.
"I promise." He said and I fell asleep.