Chapter 9 Enticed

By the time the reception had come to an end, I'd met all of Mason's siblings and nearly half of his extended family.

The reception was fun. We got to see the groom and bride share their first dance, as well as watch the groom dive under his bride's dress and retrieve her wedding garter with his teeth.

Everyone ate, drank, mingled, and danced. The best man and maid of honor made a toast to the newlyweds, wishing them well in the new chapter of their lives. Their speeches were funny, beautiful, and had the bride bawling.

After taking pictures that would last the bride and groom a lifetime, we watched and waved with smiles on our faces as they left for their honeymoon in Jamaica.

"Hey," Mason whispered, pulling me back into the building. "Wanna dance?"

"I don't dance."

"Is is because you can't, or because you don't like to?"

"Both."

Pulling me all the way back into the ballroom where the people who were hired to decorate was taking everything down and cleaning up, I was dragged to the center of the dance floor.

"Well, I think we should change that."

"Mason," I said with a laugh as he twirled me around. "There isn't even any music."

Putting one hand on my hip, he dug in his pocket and pulled out a crisp, green Benjamin Franklin. He then handed it to the leader of the band that played during the wedding.

"Five minutes. That's all I need."

"Sure," the leader singer said with a smile. "Any song in particular?"

He shook his head. "I don't care as long as it's slow."

The leader singer nodded, running her fingers through her purple hair before glancing back at her musicians.

Her angelic voice rang throughout the ballroom, Mason pulling me in so close that I could feel his heart beat. Our breaths became one, our movements in sync with one another as he slowly guided us around the room.

My arms were slung around his neck, a smile on my face as we flowed around the room like a leaf in the wind.

I had no idea what song was being sung, but it sounded like pop rock. Which was a kind of music I was quite familiar with. It wasn't my favorite genre of music, but it was definitely up there along with R&B and anything involving Chase Atlantic or The Neighbourhood. And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

I was twirled a second time as the lead singer's sweet, raspy voice filled the room. I felt like a yo-yo as Mason twirled me out, then back into his arms.

Although the song had come to an end, I was still up in the clouds. The rapid thrum of my heart in sync with Mason's. As soon as I looked into his green eyes, my cheeks fell flush and I had to turn the other cheek.

Mason's fingers gently grip my jaw and turn my head. "Don't look away. I like staring into your eyes."

"That's so damn corny," I said with a snort and a bite of my lip, my cheeks warm and probably tinged pink.

"Maybe so, but it's the truth."

His eyes fall to my mouth. "Have I changed your mind yet?"

"A little," I admitted.

His lips curled up into a smile, exposing a set of perfect pearly whites. When I bit my lip once more, his smile vanished. "If you keep biting your lip like that, I may have to do something about it."

"Like what?" I questioned out of curiosity, feeling quite comfortable with his hand on my hip and the other holding my jaw.

Mason looked like he was about to respond, but then his head whipped to the left. He quickly dropped his hand upon seeing his little sister, the warmth of his touch replaced with the cold, empty air.

Her green eyes flickered between the two of us, a grin working its way onto her young, doll-ish face.

"Am I interrupting something?" She asked, the knowing look on her face answering her own question.

"What do you want, Ade?" His tone of voice was soft, despite the way his jaw ticked in

aggravation at having been interrupted.

Adeleine focused her attention on her brother, the grin on her face faltering. "I need to stay with you tonight."

"Why?"

"Because I may have had a glass or two, and I don't want mom or dad finding out."

I didn't notice before, but she's definitely a little tipsy. She was speaking slower and slightly swaying every so often.

Mason sighed, staring at his sister in the way a disappointed parent would their child. "You know you're too young to be drinking."

"You and Declan used to do it all the time," she pointed out as if that would somehow justify her actions.

He shook his head. "You're not supposed to do everything you see us do. Now come on, let's sober you up."

"What about your date?"

He glanced back at me, his eyes slowly skimming my face. He didn't need to voice a single word. I knew what that look meant.

"Goodnight."

He nodded, watching me make a way towards the exit. I could feel his eyes on my ass. I wanted to turn around and threaten to poke his eyes out, but I kind of liked the feeling of him watching me.

Maybe a little too much.

When I got home I gave Bolt, who was sleeping on my couch, a pat on the head to let him know it was time to eat. I quickly fixed him a bowl before running myself a bath.

Sinking down into the water, I softly moaned out a sigh of satisfaction. It's been a long day.

Remembering that I bought a few scented candles a few days ago, I got out of the water and grabbed it from out of my bedroom along with my phone and earphones.

Once the candles were lit and perfectly placed around the rim of the tub, I picked a song out of my Chase Atlantic Playlist and put my earphones in.

Closing my eyes, I slowly bobbed my head to the music flowing through my ears, "Into It" having my mind drift off to a certain someone.

Thoughts of Mason in his tailored tuxedo, the material clinging to his broad shoulders and taut torso coming to mind. I thought about his green eyes and the way they seemed to openly ravish me.

I didn't realize my hand had slipped down in between my legs until a whimper fell from my lips. I was touching myself, the images of Mason along with the music in my ears having both of my hearts thumping.

I increased my pace, the tips of my fingers eagerly rubbing at the bundle of nerves resting between my slightly spread thighs. My bud ached and throbbed until eventually the pressure became to much.

And then, I was climaxing so hard that my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Arching out of the water, I used my free hand to grip the edge of the tub as my moans and cries of pure bliss echo off the bathroom walls.

Mason's name rolls off my tongue like butter, my heart pounding as I slowly open my eyes.

In the midst of trying to catch my breath, my phone pings and vibrates. Snatching my phone off the rim of the tub, I am met with disappointment when I see that it's Amelia and not who I wanted it to be.

Stupid, right?

Especially when I'm the one who refused to give him my name -my real name- and number.

And what's even more stupid is the fact that it hasn't even been a week and I can't seem to erase him from my mind. He's done nothing but flash me with a smile every now and then, and gaze at me in a way that reminds me of a predator eyeing it's prey.

But then there's the fact that we danced. I absolutely abhor dancing and yet, I actually had fun. So much fun that I was open to the idea of doing it again.

God, what has become of me?

Have I really become one of those cliche characters in a novel?

Another ping of my phone pulls me from my thoughts as I read over Amelia's text messages.

Amelia: How was the wedding?

Amelia: How was your client?

She's talking as though it were a date. And it was not. I'm an escort who simply did her job.

Me: The wedding was beautiful.

I knew what she really wanted to know was whether or not her little match-making skills had worked. Not that she actually did anything. The whole situation is merely a coincidence.

Besides, I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of knowing how much he's affected me in the last few days.

Amelia: Are you seriously not going to tell me how things went with Mason?

Me: There's nothing to tell.

That was a lie. There was so much to tell.

Ugh. It's disgusting how much of a girl he makes me feel. He's the first man to truly entice me and I'm not sure how to handle it.

A few days ago I would have lunged to the other side and started fucking women. And just when I was about to join the other team, Mason fucking Isaacs appears.

I've never seen nor heard of him up until a couple of hours ago. And now he's all I think about.

I'm fucked.