leather seat at the passenger side. Mason bent over her, making her nervous having his face so close to hers. H

don’t bite.” He chuckled

t he pulled away from the cur

here. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.” he flashed her another one of h

et some friends for a night out.

so formal, Darlin’.” He cocked one

ldn’t have agreed to go with him. Although Mason seemed friendly and charming, Christine had too many experiences with m

who gave up without a fight. No sir, he vowed to give her enough slack until she tired of fighting the pull. He knew Ch

*

hristine.” Mason suggested when they arrived at the Irish Bar in M

d as they entered the pub. Strange, she didn’t figure Mason for a beer dri

hair for her to sit. “Now, if we were on a proper date, I would take you to a fancier establish

One friendly drink, Mr. Pritchard – Mason,

aited for their drinks, Christine texted her frie

Shiny wooden floors, Irish music playing in the background

U soon followed by a st

about being alone with Mason. At

ss to peer over it at the girl. So pretty, he mused. His eyes flitted over her understate

me busy.” Christine avoided his gaze. Chase wasn’t the easiest person to work for, he was ho

a prick at the best of times. My cond

ust s

*

his tie and threw it across his bed. That snake Mason! Of course, he would go out of his way to put the moves on Christine. Kno

ability to rile him up. The loathing he felt for Mason Pritchard ran bon

Chase smiled bitterly; his grey eyes turned stone cold. The betrayal

at car and not Amanda.” He

he bastard. The muscle under his left eye started to tick. But no, it wasn’t his business who

ing was perfect for a quick run. Chase usually liked to jog mornings but with his busy schedule he had to be flexible. He prided hims

kept his strong, handsome looks. All four of his sons had his attributes, even the twins who, although

evil little monste

he went out of his apartme

*

friends arrived at the Irish Pub and sav

to Christine’s ear. The pretty redhead embra

ighing him openly. Mason met the young man’s gaze with a sly grin. The

.” Christine laughed, kissing the you

e, but he smiled nevertheless, extending his ha

s hand and led her to his seat. “Christine and I w

son. She lifted one shapely leg over the other making her sho

ad his sights set on Christine. No matter how long it takes. He g

” Frankie observed, chin in hand,

coloring her alabaster skin. “

d at it too…” Maxine titt

tching Christine.

ry between him and Chase. It’s hard to ignore all the gossip going around. But Alexander Ward would never app

can’t hit the clubs with you looking like Martha Stuart.” He said

dn’t agree more. Being curious, Mason aske

in Manhattan. I’d love to

g for?” Mason held out

is proffered hand and he pulled her out of