Page 105 of Obeying Mr Kingsley

“Swear to god, if you leave, Lexi, I will buy that fucking bar and fire you.”

“Well, why stop when you have a good thing going, huh?”I roll my eyes and search for my shoes.

Where the hell are they?

“I didn’t fire you.You quit.”Mason crosses his arms, blocking the doorway.“By the way, how’s that working out?Being Emily’s PA.”

I glance up at him, poke out my tongue, then duck my face under the bed.

“Ugh, where are my shoes?”

“You are not going back there, Lexi.Did you not see the number of men who looked like serial killers in that place?”

Three.But I’m not saying that out loud.

I find a shoe under the chair in the corner of the room, tug it out and slide it on my foot, then kind of hop around as I search for the other.

“You look ridiculous.”

“Then help me look.If I’m late, I’ll lose my job, Mason.I can’t!”I drop to the floor and look under the dresser unsuccessfully, then give up.I sit on my bottom and look up at him.“Please understand.”

He glowers at me, and that doesn’t help because he becomes a thousand times sexier, and I’m tempted to do what I’m told.Undressing and letting him have his way with me sounds far more enjoyable that going back to work and listening to Sam tell me to work my tits.

I decide to try a bit of devil’s advocate.

“Okay then, what about Colt’s bar?”

“Fuck no!”he growls.“It’s a sex club.”

“It’s just bar work.I bet it’s safer there.Won’t Colt have good security or—”

“No, no, fucking no.”His hands snap onto his hips.

There’s no arguing with this man, but he needs to understand that normal people have jobs, and that includes me.

“Fine.I’ll get an Uber and go home with one shoe.”

Mason crosses the floor, lifts me to my feet, and I think he’s going to shake me and continue telling me how much he’s going to pay for On The Rocks when he wraps his arms around me instead.

“This is stupid,” he grumbles in a rough, sexy tone.

“I’m sorry I’m not one of your rich girls.”I lean my head on his chest.“But this is who I am.We should probably...”

I can’t finish the sentence.

Say goodbye.

Not do this again.

“Never say that again,” Mason says, rubbing his hand over my hair.“Never fucking say that.”

I want to melt into his embrace and fall in love with this man.God, I want so many things.Like be the girl who goes to Italy with him and eats pasta, walks along the streets of some small town listening to the locals chattering in their language.

But it won’t be me.It won’t ever be me.

I’m leaving New York soon, and he’ll be that guy I met when Emily and Sebastian got married.I’ll smile privately, remembering today and how amazing it was.

He won’t remember me.