Page 19 of His Obsession (Make You Mine)

ChapterTen

LACY

“And then he did what now?” Mandy asked, her nose not as red as it had been when I’d left her earlier that evening, but I could hear she was still stopped up.

Maybe it was the chicken soup she swore made her feel better, but never seemed to have that same effect on me, or maybe it was the fact that I’d had such an eventful night, but the woman I saw before me now wasn’t the same one I’d left alone earlier. But then, I wasn’t the same woman, either.

“He took me to the bathroom, washed my hair and the rest of me, and then we cuddled in bed for a while.” I repeated back to her, kind of enjoying the envy on her face but loving more how excited she was for me. I’d come home from the club with a lot of money, sore thighs, and one whopper of a story to tell. I hadn’t planned to tell Mandy about it tonight, but she’d woken up as soon as I walked in the door and wanted to know every detail of how my night had gone.

“Damn, what a sweetheart.” She closed eyes that were still watery and reached for a facial tissue. She tried to blow her nose, but nothing happened, poor thing. “Fucking cold. I could have been there to see him, if I wasn’t sick.”

“Then I wouldn’t have been there to, well, you know…,” I let the words trail off, but I grinned with devilish wickedness. “I had no idea sex could be that good.”

“I told you. Most of the time, it’s best to have a boyfriend that comes with batteries, but every now and then a man or a woman comes along that can completely rock your world.” Mandy leaned back against her hill of pillows on the couch with a sigh. “What was his name?”

“Mason, that’s all I know.” I shrugged, feeling a little dejected that I hadn’t thought to get his last name, and that it was all over.

“Mason?” She shot back up, her feet on the carpet and her eyes on mine. “Russian Mason with that tats and the eyes and the body? Girl!”

I looked at her surprised. “I guess Russian Mason, why?”

“Because he rarely ever gives out a rose and when he does, it’s not for what he paid you.” Mandy started to lean back against her stack of pillows again, her face dazed, but her eyes came back to mine. “He really liked you.”

“Oh,” I answered, pleased at the answer but also…still sad. It was over now, I was home, and I’d have to go back to my boring life at the gas station. But maybe I could actually afford to go on vacation somewhere this year, and not just hang out at the house when I had vacation time at work like usual?

Still, I’d rather see him again and give him all of that money back if it meant I got to crawl into a bed with him again. Or let him hoist me up a wall. Or tie me up some more.

I squirmed as heat started to flood into my veins again, a heat I didn’t want to slake on my own. “This sucks.”

“What sucks?” Mandy groaned, her voice still nasally and higher than usual from the cold.

“I’d like to see him again, I should have stayed when he asked me to, but I wanted to come home and check on you.”

“No, please tell me you didn’t do that?” Her eyes flickered open to stare at me with pity. “It’s just a cold. If he asked you to stay you should have. Do I have to teach you everything?”

She took the sting out of her words by holding out her hand to me. “I guess you do. I was worried about you.”

“You poor thing.” Her eyes closed and she tucked her hand back under the unicorn blanket she loved more than any of the others. “Maybe he’ll come back and ask for you again.”

“Ha! It’s not like I’ll be there,” I replied, shaking my head. I hadn’t wanted to leave my number, that might seem desperate, and he hadn’t asked for it. He’d just watched me go; a black silk sheet tucked around him.

We’d had sex again, in the bed, slower, longer, and somehow even better before he’d helped me to shower. I’d dressed after a few minutes of cuddling, leaving him alone in the bed. We hadn’t talked a lot after, there’d been no promises. I’d kissed him, told him thank you, and left. It was what I thought I was supposed to do. As promised, Ginger had paid me in cash, and I’d come back home. Now, I really wished I’d given him my number.

“Get some rest, I’ll call Ginger tomorrow and find out if he said anything to her,” Mandy spoke again, stopping me in my tracks as I got up to go to my bedroom. I’d thought she had fallen back to sleep.

“Do you think he will?” I asked hesitantly, unsure of myself now that miles and time separated me from him. It was all starting to feel like a dream that I’d had. Well, it would if my thighs weren’t still wobbly and weak.

“I think he might. He’s a loner, you know? He comes in, talks to Ginger, and usually goes home. So…maybe.” Mandy sighed softly, and I took that as a sign that she really was on her way back to sleep now.

It was after three in the morning. She needed to rest, and I needed to get to sleep. I had a shift to work at the gas station tomorrow, from 11am to 7 pm so sleep would be necessary.

Only, I didn’t know the hours I spent with him would replay over and over again in my mind, or that I’d be too giddy about it all to stay asleep for long. When my alarm went off at 10 am the next morning I’d barely slept. I showered again, threw on some jeans and a clean work shirt, tied up my usual black boots around my ankles and headed out.

The day passed as it usually did, but there was no word from Mandy. No matter how many times I checked my phone there wasn’t any news at all. Maybe she was still asleep, I decided. Driving home later that evening wasn’t a pleasant ordeal but I made it home, only to find Mandy wasn’t there.

There was a note, but it didn’t actually say anything I wanted to hear.

“Thanks for taking over last night. No word from Ginger. Will call later. Love you-M.”

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