Page 12 of My Virgin Puck

Mason’s jaw twitches and I can feel the hesitation in his voice. But he’s not hesitating because he doesn’t want this… No… He’s hesitating because he does want this.

Mason Miller wants me.

He wants… Me.

Me!

“Um, yes… Yes! Of course,” I say, unable to control the stretching smile spreading across my face.

Mason grins the cutest grin I’ve ever seen. His hands relax so they’re resting on top of my thighs, but he doesn’t let go. Instead, he looks me in the eye, lifts my hands to his lips and pecks me ever so gently before saying, “Perfect. Just promise me you won’t choke on anything this time.”

A squeaky laugh makes me clutch my throat, “OK. I’ll do my best.”

A date with Mason Miller?

Perhaps those office ladies aren’t as crazy as they seem after all.