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"Worse," he said.
"Don't feel bad," I said. "I'm using one of the closets in my sublet as a catch-all for random stuff, too. As long as the mess is hidden away, I think it's fine."
"Sure, it's fine until you accidentally open the closet and get buried under that mountain."
"You say that as if you have first hand experience," I replied. "Exactly how messy is that closet of yours?"
"Oh, look, we're at the office area," Mason said with a point of his finger, not answering my question. "Let's go find you one of those CEO chairs."
Mason and I had fun parking our butts on every cushy leather seat, spinning around in circles and wheeling around like we were playing bumper cars. We laughed and teased each other, until the other shoppers starting staring at us with disapproving frowns.
"Let's go," I stage-whispered to Mason. "We don't want the employees catching us."
"If we get kicked out, it better be for something sexier than wheeling around in chairs," he replied.
"No PDA," I repeated. "I'm not into the public sex thing."
"Have you ever done it?" he asked. "Having sex in public?"
"No!" I protested, flushing.
"Then how do you know you're not into it?" he asked reasonably. "Maybe it's one of your biggest turn-ons, and you'll never know because you've never tried it."
"I'm not having sex with you in here," I stated.
"It doesn't have to be sex in an IKEA," he said. "I can think of a thousand hotter scenarios." He smirked. "I'm creative in that way."
"I have no doubt you are."
We managed to find our way to the cafeteria where, true to his word, Mason ordered Swedish meatballs. I ordered the salmon, but Mason let me steal one of his meatballs to try. The food was about as good as you'd expect from an IKEA, which was to say, inoffensively average.
"Did you want to go look for a lamp?" Mason asked in between bites.
"What?" I blinked up at him.
"You said you might want to buy a lamp," he said, cocking his head at me.
"Oh. Right." I'd forgotten that I'd made up the lamp thing to cover for my slip of the tongue. "I haven't seen anything I liked so far." I pushed my plate toward Mason. "Here, try the salmon," I told him, trying to change the subject.
We finished the meal quickly, as it wasn't anything to savor or linger over.
"You sure you don't want to find a hidden corner and make out?" Mason asked as he walked toward the exit. "Last chance."
"I'm good, thanks," I told him. "Besides, if I wanted you to feel me up in public, there are a lot less risky places than an IKEA."
Mason's eyes lit up.
"That gives me an idea," he said, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his lips.
"Should I be worried?" I asked him.
"Trust me," he said, eyes glinting. "You're going to love it."
Thirty-One
"When I askedyou to trust me before and told you that you'd love it," I started, giving Mason a pointed stare, "I took you to a dog rescue sanctuary where you ended up adopting Lucky."
"And?" Mason asked, feigning confusion, even though he knew exactly where I was going with this.
