Page 17 of Mason Wilder
She looked at Mason, a smile in her eyes. “He played the drums.”
“Well, yeah, we had a little drum off in my music room, but, before that, before he even came to the penthouse, he stopped and picked up two suitcases of White Castle.”
Tessa’s mouth dropped open and her hand went to her forehead. “Oh my God, you didn’t?”
“They were almost as good as your vaca frita,” Mason teased.
Tessa snatched the cake away from him, pulling the plate across the table linen before he had a chance to snag a piece of the rich chocolate dessert with his fork. “You take that back.” Her dark eyes were ablaze, but her mouth bore a playful smile.
“I take it back,” he was quick to answer, eager for the return of his cake.
She inched the plate forward, but when he reached for it, she pulled it away again. His eyes shot up to hers. She had a full blown ear-to-ear grin on her face, and her dark eyes smoldered at him. He honestly didn’t know what to say. Everyone else was going about their own conversations. Even Lucas had cut his own slice of cake and was happily shoving forkfuls into his mouth, while Mason was engaged in a playful game of cat and mouse with Tessa. It wasn’t like her to fish for compliments, so he didn’t think that was her intention. He returned her grin, but with a questioning quirk to his brow. She leaned over the table and slowly pushed the plate in his direction.
“Enjoy it,” she said in a husky voice.
As he lowered his eyes to the plate, his gaze caught a peek down the neckline of her top. It was only a quick glimpse, which no one else probably noticed since she straightened up right away, but Mason got an up close and personal view of her cleavage, the gully between her breasts and the curve of each one. His mouth fell open and his gaze darted up to hers, but she was cutting another slice of cake. As she transferred the cake from the serving dish to the plate, her mouth curled into a sly smile and she flashed a set of twinkling brown eyes at him, then raised her brows for a quick second. Shock stole his voice. The coy smile remained on Tessa’s lips as she handed the plate to Sindy and she shot him another quick glance.
Oh my God. She was flirting with him.
