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“The mustache looks ridiculous.”Lexi crosses her arms as she stops beside the table.
It’s been too long since we’ve been this close, and the desire to pull her onto my lap is overwhelming.
“Want me to keep it on and see how it feels between your thighs?”I smirk, twisting one end.
Her frown fades momentarily, and I watch her lips part, sure she’s imagining me licking her pussy.
“Mason, stop.”
I stand towering over her and take a step closer, my hand going in a proprietary way to her hip.“No.”
“You need to go home.”
“Only if you quit right now and come home with me,” I tell her and mean it.
I’m losing the fight.The one keeping us apart for all the reasons I can barely remember.
“I don’t understand you at all.”
That makes two of us because I’m as fucking confused as she is.All I know is this woman belongs to me, and one way or another I need to know what happened at Harrow & Armstrong Engineering.But another part of me wonders whether it would matter, because I’m not walking away.
And Zander is right; I’m not letting her go.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
LEXI
Mason wouldn’t leave.It’s ten o’clock, and we have argued at least five times about him being here.
“I’m sure there’s something about this that isn’t legal.”
“I’m having a drink at a bar I like.”
“You hate it here.”I replied.
I’m drained and tell Sam I need to leave because of a migraine.Not because of the huge, glowering man sitting at the bar, sans the ridiculous mustache, and scaring off every patron who has a penis.
