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“I don’t feel good.” My mouth fills with saliva.
“Look at me,” Mason orders. “Eyes on me, Leah.”
I’m not sure how, but the moment our gazes collide, I’m enthralled by him again. I swear I still feel his touch on me. Inside me. While Chase patches my hand, I sink into a daze while staring at Mason. He’s a stunning specimen of a man. His expression shifts from worry to hunger to amusement to lust while I ogle him. I think he likes being my focal point.
“There we go.” Chase closes his kit, and I finally blink, bringing my attention back to my hand. “Keep it clean and try to be careful you don’t hit it on anything. It could bust back open if it doesn’t have time to heal properly.”
“She’ll be careful,” Mason says.
Chase smiles at me. Can he tell I just orgasmed? Did he hear me when I came? Is he playing it cool or really that clueless? “I take it you’re a house cleaner?”
“Yeah.”
“Wear a glove to protect it, okay? Don’t let any chemicals touch it.”
“She’s not cleaning any houses while she’s injured,” Mason says, like he’s my fucking boss.
I glower at him, the enthrallment spell broken. “I still have a job to do. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t speak for me.”
Mason crosses his arms. “You’re hurt. You’re not working.”
“It’s all better.” I wave my bandaged hand in the air. “I don’t feel a thing.”
Chase looks from me to Mason and back to me. “Okay, then.” He gets up and clears his throat. “It was nice meeting you, Leah. Mason, any chance you can score me two tickets to the opera house this weekend? It’s my wife’s birthday.”
“Consider it done.” Mason might sound cheery, but he’s scowling at me.
“Thanks, man.”
Once Chase leaves, I climb out of bed so I can get back to work.
“Where the hell are you going?”
“To the kitchen.” I blow out an exasperated sigh. “Then the office. After that, I’ll do the two bathrooms and your bedroom.”
“You’re not cleaning my condo in your condition!”
“I’m fine!” I bark back. “And I have two more places to clean after this, so I can’t waste any more time or I’m going to be behind for the rest of the day.”
Flustered and still wet from my orgasm, I slip past Mason to head back into the kitchen.
He catches my arm and presses me against the wall in the hallway.
Mason’s eyes bore into mine, setting my skin on fire. My palm thuds around my cut because my heart’s racing so fast.
“You’re too good at this,” he growls. It doesn’t sound like a compliment.
“I haven’t even done anything.” I’m not sure what he’s talking about, but I can fake it until I figure it out.
“You’re driving me insane.”
Honestly? He’s doing the same to me and I can’t understand how.
“Good,” I shoot back, quickly gathering my sensibilities.
Mason’s eyes flash with indignation. “You didn’t tell me to stop.”
I tip my head back and smile, too horny and reckless for my own good.