Page 30 of Swept Away

It’s like I have‘I just fucked him’tattooed on my face.

A car honks outside, and I rush to put everything into my purse, since I know who that is, and it’s for me.

My makeup case ends up on the coffee table while I slide my feet into a pair of scrappy sandals.

They honk again.

I straighten, strut to the window, open it, and lean over the sill.

Rear propped against his back car, arms crossed over his chest, Mason looks at me.

“I’ll be there,” I say, noticing how distracted he is, his eyes smiling when he gets a glimpse of me.

“I hope he likes it,” I mumble to myself, spinning away, but not before closing the window.

On second thought, I turn off the AC and leave the window open.

Who knows?

Maybe Gizmo needs a place to sleep tonight if he ever thinks about returning.

I lock the door a moment later and pace myself before walking out of the building.

Mason opens the back door for me as I have to slip next to the other girl.

“Hi,” I say, adding the scent of my lotion to a blend of masculine cologne and sweet perfume.

“Hi,” she mumbles, raking her eyes over me. “I’m Monique,” she adds.

“Nice to meet you,” I say, forgetting to say my name.

She wears a white set comprised of shorts and a fitted top, which highlights her tan.

Her blue eyes flicker with interest as I pull my knees together and tuck myself behind Mason’s seat.

The man in front of her shifts in his seat to introduce himself.

“Carter,” he says, his deep voice vibrating in the air.

He’s muscular like Mason and has about the same build. Broad shoulders, wide chest, and strong hands.

His eyes lock on mine for a second, and their scrutiny feels like a blade against my skin.

“Gemma, right?” he murmurs, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Oh.

Mason has told him my name?

“Yes.”

“Nice to meet you,” he says, still holding my hand.

“Same wise.”

He lets go of me, and for a second there, his gaze moves down and up over me, weighing me briefly, his curiosity likely ignited after his friend has spent some time inside.

“Okay. Ready?” Mason asks, checking my eyes in the rearview mirror.