City of Sin (4 page)

Mason

I loosened my tie and leaned back in the seat. It had been a
long, hellish day, and I probably had a dreadful night ahead of me. The taxi
raced through the streets. I glanced down at my watch. She'd probably already
be there, early and eager. Every girl in this city seemed the same. It had been
ages since I had gotten deep inside a tight pussy. I was getting a hard-on just
thinking about it.

The only reason I had agreed to this stupid date was because
I was getting two Knicks tickets out of it. Drinks, dinner, and dessert. The
three Ds and I'd have held my side of the bargain. If I was lucky, she'd have
two more Ds for me too. And if not, I could be in and out in just a few hours.
Then maybe I'd hit the bar across the street from the restaurant and find
myself some suitable entertainment for the rest of the evening.

I closed my eyes for a minute as the taxi sped on. I had come
so close to punching my arrogant boss right in the face today. I desperately
needed to unwind. This wasn't exactly the night I needed after such a shitty
week. The taxi came to a stop. I pulled some money out of my wallet and tossed
it on the seat in front of me.

"Keep the change." I stepped out into the cold
night. Carter's wife had even made the reservations for the restaurant. There
had to be something seriously wrong with this girl I was meeting if they were
going to such lengths to set us up. The Knicks seats were courtside, after all.
I walked into the restaurant. "Hi, I have a reservation for two, under
Mason Caldwell." The hostess scanned the list.

"Yes of course. Right this way, sir." She scooted
between the tables and I watched her ass. I'd always thought that hostesses
should be required to wear yoga pants, but her tight black dress pants weren't
half bad. She brought me to an empty table in the middle of the restaurant. I
looked down at my watch. I was ten minutes late, and my date wasn't even here
yet.

"Please just let me know if there's anything you
need," the hostess said. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"I may take you up on that offer a little later." I
flashed her a smile. I knew what my smile did to women. And it had the same
effect on her as any other.

Her face turned crimson. I could definitely see myself
bending her over this table. She turned away and walked back to her podium. She
glanced over her shoulder once and blushed again when she made eye contact with
me. Maybe I wouldn't need that bar after all.

"Good evening, my name is Ethan, and I will be your
waiter this evening. Is there anything I can get for you while you're
waiting?"

"Scotch. On the rocks."

"Great, I'll be right back."

I downed my drink, and then a second. I wasn't a patient man.
This girl had better have a good reason for making me wait. I opened up the
menu and scanned through the selections. Damn, this was going to cost me.

"I'm sorry I'm late, this jerk stole..." she
stopped midsentence.

I looked up at the woman standing by my table. She was staring
at me loathingly, but hell if I knew her. The curves on her body were delicious
and her breasts were almost spilling out of her dress. I wasn't sure when the
last time I had seen a natural blonde was, but she was definitely one. Her
cheeks were flushed and she was biting her red lips. If I had been with her, I
think I would have remembered.

"You've got to be kidding me," she said slowly.

"Are you Bee?"

The woman sat down across from me in a huff.

 "It's Bridget, thank you. Only my friends call me Bee."

Bee

"I'm Mason, it's nice to meet you." He extended his
hand to me. I just stared at him.

"You seriously don't recognize me?"

"Have we met before? I think I would remember a face
like yours." He gave me a seductive smile.

Oh, please.
I wasn't going to play his games, no
matter how handsome he was. "Well, it was about half an hour ago, so I
don't expect you to remember."

Mason's lips curled into a smile. He did remember. "The
taxi?"

"Yes, you stole my taxi. And acted like a complete
asshole."

"I didn't steal your taxi, baby. I got there
first."

"Like that! Don't call me that." My face flushed.

"What? Baby?"

"Yes, stop it," I hissed. "You don't even know
me. And I take back what I said earlier. I'm not sorry that I'm late. If
anything you owe me an apology."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, I spent the last thirty minutes hopping subway
cars to get here as fast as I could. And for no reason at all."

"No reason at all?" His mouth was set in a straight
line as he stared at me. His jaw line was sharp and he had small dimples in his
cheeks.

Damn it, why am I staring at him?
He was infuriating.

"Well, I'm sorry about the taxi. And for acting like an
asshole."

"You're quite the gentleman," I said sarcastically.

"I am anything but gentle."

Everything below my waistline clenched.
What did he just
say?
I gulped. My throat made a weird squeaking noise. "I should
probably just go." I stood up, but he reached his hand out and grabbed
mine. It felt like a spark of electricity went through my body.

"Don't." He locked eyes with me.

He was still holding my hand. I pulled away but sat back
down. I was confused by my own reaction to him. He was a conceited asshole. But
he was so handsome. I wanted to slap him and kiss him at the same time.

"How about we pretend the taxi thing never
happened?" he said.

I took a deep breath. "Okay."

He put out his hand again. "I'm Mason, it's a pleasure
to meet you."

I shyly shook his hand. "Bridget, but you can call me
Bee."

"I'm honored." He flashed me another smile.

The waiter came over. "Good evening, Miss, my name is
Ethan. Are you two ready to order?"

Crap
. I hadn't even looked at the menu. I picked it up
and scanned through the options.
I should pick something simple that won't
get stuck in my teeth
.

"Two rib-eyes, medium. And a bottle of cabernet,"
Mason said. He snapped his menu shut and handed it to the waiter.

"Very well." The waiter grabbed the menu and also
picked up mine before hustling off.

"You don't even know me. What if I'm a vegetarian?"

"I think you like meat in your mouth."

I gulped. "Excuse me?" God his words were
suggestive. The restaurant suddenly felt stifling. I shifted uncomfortably in
my chair.

"You heard me, Bee."

A shiver went down my spine. I just gaped at him.

"Well are you?"

"What?" I had no idea what he was talking about. I
was too distracted by his comment.

"Are you a vegetarian?" he asked.

"No."

"That's what I thought."

Mason

Her mouth was in an O shape. She was completely shocked by
what I had said. I needed those red lips around my cock. This woman was refreshing.
I was the one that should have been giving Carter Knicks tickets for hooking me
up with this girl, not the other way around.

She looked up at me from under her long lashes. She seemed so
innocent, but I could tell she had a wild side. If she didn't, she wouldn't
still be sitting there. And I wanted to explore that side of her. Actually, I
wanted to explore every inch of her.

"What brought you here?" I asked.

"Marie and Carter told me you were a nice guy. I should
have known they were lying."

"I mean to New York."

"Oh." She pulled her lips into a stubborn line.
"Why do you assume that I haven't lived here my whole life?"

She was challenging. I liked that. "Because you're
soft."

"I don't know what you mean by that." She looked
down at her hands.

"Honey, you don't even know how to properly hail a
taxi."

"I do too!" she hissed. She leaned forward
slightly, giving me a better view of her tits. "I'm just not used to
everyone being so rude."

"Exactly. So when did you move here?"

She sighed. "About a year and a half ago. After
graduation."

So she was young and inexperienced. This night had just taken
an unexpected turn. "So why here?"

Her face flushed slightly. "Honestly, my college
boyfriend and I moved here together. He got a job here, so I came with
him."

"Boyfriend?" I raised my eyebrow. "He is not
going to be pleased with the things I'm going to do to you."

Her slightly pink face turned crimson. "Don't be
ridiculous. I wouldn't be here if we were still together. I'm not that kind of
girl."

I smiled at her. So that's why they had set her up with me.
She needed a rebound. And I was the perfect man for the job. Bee sat there,
twisting her fingers in knots. She hadn't acknowledge my comment. She wanted
this just as badly as I did. I bet she was wet just thinking about my rock hard
cock.

"And what kind of girl do you think you are?"

"Just normal. I don't know. I certainly wouldn't cheat
on someone."

She was getting more intriguing by the second.

"So what happened between you and your ex?"

Bee shrugged her shoulders. "New York, I guess."

"You mean he came here and started fucking every woman
in the city?"

"Yes, you know the type?"

I'm the type
. "Welcome to the city of sin,
baby."

"The city of sin? Isn't that Las Vegas?"

"Las Vegas has nothing on New York. Trust me, you'll
see."

"I think I already have."

"Right. Your ex certainly sounds like an asshole."

Bee smiled at me for the first time. Her eyes looked bright
and eager. This was too easy.

"He's such an asshole," she said and laughed. She
looked at me skeptically. Maybe she didn't believe that I wasn't the same type.
"So what brought you to New York?"

"Born and bred."

"So I guess you're not very soft then?"

She was turning my own game against me. I tensed in my chair.
"Baby, I'm rock hard. If you don't believe me, I'd be happy to show
you."

I saw her gulp. Soon it would be my cock in her throat. She
was staring at me. Her gaze would have been unsettling to other men, but I just
stared back at her.

The waiter walked over, uncorked the bottle of cabernet, and
poured us each a glass. "Your dinner will be out shortly."

Bee

I crossed my legs under the table. His words had such an
effect on me. I was getting damp between my thighs just listening to him. I
felt like I could hear my heart beating. And his gaze was making me melt. I
took a sip of the wine. It was crisp and refreshing. Hopefully it would calm me
down. I couldn't seem to take my eyes away from his chiseled jaw and the five
o'clock shadow that was starting to appear there. It had just been a long time
since I had been on a date. Or since a man had looked at me the way that Mason
was looking at me.

"So what did Marie and Carter tell you about me?"
he asked.

"That you're in advertising."
God is he sexy
.
"And that you're unbelievably sexy."
Shit did I say that out
loud?!

"Carter called me sexy? That's quite the
compliment."

"No."

"Marie then?" He was smiling at me.

"Yes. I mean no." I didn't want to throw Marie
under the bus. Marie had said he was handsome, not sexy. "I may have added
that part in myself. Accidentally."

"So you don't think it's true? You don't find me
sexy?" He loosened his tie a bit around his throat. I watched his Adam's
apple rise and then fall as he studied me.

I needed to change the subject immediately. "What did
they tell you about me?"

"They told me you were a secretary. Waiting on someone
hand and foot all day? I could get used to that." His leg brushed against
mine, and I felt that same electricity shoot through me as I had earlier.

"That's not what a secretary does."

"What do you do then?"

"I edit memos and make phone calls. And...fetch
coffee." I sighed. He was exactly right. My job was ridiculous.

"I see. That is quite different than what I said. I do
apologize." His seductive smile sent shivers down my spine.

Get a grip
. I took a deep breath. "I don't really
see why Marie and Carter thought we'd be a good fit." I ran my finger
along the rim of my glass. Patrick was the only guy I had ever really dated.
The dirty way Mason talked made it seem like he was way out of my league. At
least sexually.

"Well they did tell me one other thing about you,"
he said.

"And what was that?"

"That you're kinky as hell."

"What?"
Is this some kind of joke?

"That you like being tied up and fucked hard for hours.
That nothing gets you off more than being on your hands and knees with a cock
deep in your throat. And that your virgin ass is just waiting to be
claimed."

What the fuck?
Why would Marie say that? She had no
idea what I liked behind closed doors. And I certainly wasn't kinky. Did Carter
say it as a joke? "I don't know why they would have said that." I was
completely mortified.

"Oh. Sorry, I may have added that part in myself.
Accidentally, of course."

Desire flooded through my body. He wanted me. I couldn't seem
to get Kendra's advice out of my head. Maybe I did need to get under someone
else in order to officially get over Patrick.

"Well, if you don't like your job, you must have some
hobbies that you enjoy?" he said.

The way he changed subjects in a flash was so unsettling. For
the life of me, I couldn't think of a single thing I enjoyed doing. I was just
imagining being tied up in my bed, with him on top of me. I bit my lip.

"No hobbies, Bee?" He put his hand on my knee to
get my attention.

Oh God
. The feeling of his hand on me made my whole
body alert. "I like to read."

"That sounds relaxing." He let his foot glide
against my shin.
What is he trying to do to me?

"And what about you, Mason? What's your hobby?"

He slid his hand up my thigh, to the hem of my dress. "I
like to fuck."

I choked on a sip of the cabernet. "Excuse me. I need to
use the restroom." I stood up quickly and wound my way through the tables
toward the bathroom.

I pushed through the bathroom door and exhaled. My heart was
beating out of my chest. God I wished I had kept my panties on. I was
practically dripping with desire. I ran into a bathroom stall and locked the
door behind me.

What was it about Mason that was so exciting?
His handsome
features. His naughty words.
I stood there trying to catch my breath. I
didn't need to use the bathroom, I just needed to clear my head. He was wearing
me down. But he was a pretentious asshole. I took a few more deep breaths. This
was ridiculous. What had Marie been thinking? Mason wasn't the kind of guy I
could date. Did Marie actually think we'd be a good fit? Or was Marie thinking
along the same lines as Kendra?

I exited the bathroom stall and walked over to the sinks. I
grabbed a paper towel, ran some cool water over it, and blotted it on my neck.
This restaurant had the heat on too high. I kept my eyes on the mirror as
someone else entered the restroom. The click of the lock made me turn my head.

"Hot and bothered?"

I pulled the damp cloth from my breasts. "Mason, this is
the women's room. You can't be in here." I looked around, but we were
alone. I gulped.

"Don't you ever break the rules?"