Losing the grin Lena stared right back at him. “Why?”
“Don't you think I deserve to know who insults me?”
Lena held his stare and narrowed her eyes, “I've been insulting you since we met, and my last name was on the flowers you delivered and yet you still don't know. Maybe I was right all along and you really can't read?”
She felt his hands grip the chair tighter and watched his jaw clench then he stood and spun away from her running a hand through his hair.
“You’re so infuriating!” he turned back to face her and drew his hands up palms facing forward, “I surrender, you win. You're much better at this than I am.”
“Better at what?” she asked feeling her chest tighten. She’d been trying to get away from him all night and now that she knew that mission was accomplished she didn't feel as victorious as she thought she would.
“This ice you have.” pausing he shook his head, “This mean you spit out without even blinking. This isn’t me. It’d probably be best if you leave.”
Standing up Lena took her purse and walked to him. Stopping in front of him she felt her heart squeeze, then grimaced slightly.
“That's not a bad thing, Langley.” With that she turned and walked out the door thinking, the bitch had arrived and now she could leave.
Throwing her purse onto the couch Lena made her way to her wine cabinet. She pulled out a bottle of Merlot and sat down pouring herself a glass. Kicking her heels off she closed her eyes for a moment. Maybe you should tell me your last name. His voice kept repeating itself over and over the whole way home. She couldn't begin to understand why she cared he’d kicked her out, but she did. She took a sip of the wine and sighed. She was beyond tired, her head was throbbing and all she wanted was a hot shower. Standing she walked down the hall, wine in hand and flicked on the bathroom light. Placing the half empty glass on the counter she started to get undressed. Pulling the clip from her hair she watched as it tumbled down in waves to the curve of her back. Looking in the mirror she grimaced at her reflection. She really did look like she was wearing a suit of armor. Her blouse was a high neck collar that buttoned all the way up. It just makes me want to know what’s under there and how I can get to it. Sighing Lena reached out and grabbed the glass and downed the rest of the wine. The man was so annoying! Even when he wasn't here he was in her head being totally offensive. Oh but he was so totally appealing in every other way. She placed the glass back down and undressed. Turning the water on in the shower, she stepped in and let the spray slide over her flesh. Taking the sponge she lathered it up and started to run it up her arms and found herself thinking about Mason's long arms when he’d placed them on his desk, she imagined how good they’d feel wrapped around her from behind and she knew they would be long enough to let that big hand slide down her tummy to between her. No! She refused to allow Langley to be her fantasy. Oh he'd just love that smug bastard, she thought and finished washing herself with quick efficiency.
Mason got home at around 2am and walked straight to his room flopping down onto his bed. He watched his fan spin above him and tried to work out what the hell had happened tonight. He’d known from the start that the date was not going to be the usual. He’d not however, expected it to turn into a colossal fuck up. It’d gone from them launching insults at one another, to her unexpected show of humor, to him losing his temper and kicking her out. He raised his arm up and rested it across his forehead and thought back to their conversation. She was such a prickly woman he didn’t even really understand how he’d managed to piss her off so badly. Oh well, he thought and closed his eyes, it wasn’t like he went into the evening thinking it would go well. What was bothering him though, was that moment right before she left, when her guard came down and she softened for just a moment and he saw the woman he knew was somewhere inside her. It was a pity it’d taken him telling her to go away for her to finally show up.
Chapter Five
The next day Lena made it a point to be early and instead of going to the cafeteria she went straight up to her office. She sat down and looked at the post it’s on her desk with messages and numbers on them for call backs. She hadn’t slept well at all. Once she’d finally managed to doze off she’d woken up in the midst of the same gut wrenching nightmare she always had. She knew she needed to talk to someone about it, or at the very least get a shrink, but the whole idea of sitting down and confessing to someone that she was an emotional wreck made her want to jab her eyes out with a hot poker. Just as she was about to get up and grab a coffee her phone rang. She glanced over, saw Shelly’s extension and picked up the phone.
“So? Are we feeling nice and relaxed today?”
Leaning back in her chair Lena shut her eyes and thought back to last night. “No. I didn’t sleep well at all.”
“Oh?”
“No, there is no oh, like I did anything exciting. Just the same old, same old.”
“What do you mean the same old? I picked him out, gift wrapped him and gave him to you. All you had to do was unwrap.”
Lena sighed then sat forward playing with the cord on her phone, “You did not pick him out Shelly. He barged into my life, tricked me into a date and then kicked me out after ten minutes.”
She could almost here Shelly’s jaw hit the desk. “Stay right there. Do not move. I’m coming to you.”
Before Lena could say a word she’d been hung up on.
Mason’s morning was not much different. He woke up to the sound of his phone continuously ringing. Opening one eye, he looked at the clock and noticed it was 7am. Yawning he sat up and snatched up the phone. “Hello.”
“Good morning sunshine.”
“Rachel it’s way too early to be as happy as you are right now.”
He heard her laughing on the other end and rubbed his eyes, “Why are you bothering me?”
“You know for someone who had a hot date last night you’re awfully grumpy this morning.”
He grunted at that and without acknowledging her comment asked again, “Why are you bothering me?”
“You’re really not going to tell me anything?”
He could almost see her pout at the end of that sentence. He paused then leaned back against the headboard. “Okay two questions.”
She fired her first one off so quickly he knew she’d been thinking about it. “What time did she leave or did she?”
He heard her laughing on the other end thinking she’d asked a good one. Well get ready to be shocked, he thought. “Around 15 minutes after she arrived.”
There was dead silence at the other end of the phone.
“Are you serious? What did you do to her?” she paused, “No, no wait! That is not my second question.”
Mason had to smile. They’d been playing this game since they were kids.
“Hmm. Okay let me think of a good one.” she paused then asked, “What’s her name?”
Mason answered quickly, “Lena.”
“Her whole name?” Rachel emphasized. Geez, what was it with women? Had she been standing with her ear pressed to the door last night?
“Is that your second question?” he asked avoiding her.
“You do know her whole name right?”
“No.” and with that he hung up.