His breath caught when he spotted her sitting behind the counter, curled over a book, a strand of her long chestnut hair between her fingers as she twirled it absentmindedly.
She was as beautiful as he had remembered, maybe even more.
He watched her closely as she flicked the page. He wondered what she was reading.
Suddenly she ran the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip. It was probably the most erotic thing Mason had ever seen.
His cock immediately hardened as he thought of her lips on him. He wondered what it would be like to kiss her.
Jesus, snap the fuck out of it Mace, he groaned to himself. You are even starting to think like a chick.
A customer in the shop walked up to the counter and Amelia looked up and smiled at them, a genuine, real smile. She listened to whatever the person was saying and then laughed. She stood up and led the customer to a shelf. Reaching up, she took a book down and handed it to the woman. She waited while the woman flicked through it and then looked up and smiled. Amelia smiled back once again, then turned and returned to her seat behind the counter. She was a genuine, good person.
And I would destroy her, Mason thought bitterly. He knew she didn’t belong in his world. She deserved someone nice, who could be the man she needed.
With one last look, he turned and headed back to his office. He needed to let her go. They could never happen.
I should stick to blonde horny waitresses, he thought as he walked quickly back to his office. Vapid girls that had no class and very little brains. Unlike Ms. Wells, who was a class above the rest.