“Dr O’Donnell?”
Lena turned and stopped waiting for her to catch up.
“I’m so glad I caught you.”
“Yes well, I’m on my way to lunch. Is it important?”
Brandy looked as though she was trying to decide then nodded. “There’s a Mr. Langley in the waiting area asking to see you.”
Lena felt her face move into a smirk and Brandy almost looked confused. Then she continued, “I don’t want you to be shocked but it’s the delivery man from a week or so back. You know the tall guy with the roses. I don’t know what he wants.”
Lena nodded once and walked back toward the waiting area. She looked over her shoulder and for the first time in Brandy’s history she smiled at her.
“I do.”
Mason once again found himself sitting in one of the chairs lining the walls of the Pediatric waiting area. Sure, he could’ve called her back but he’d wanted, no he was finding he needed, to see her. Plus, he thought with a smug grin, he was back at the scene of the first crime. He heard her before he saw her. The tight precision of the click of heels on the floor and he almost found himself holding his breath, wondering how she would react to him turning up here unannounced. As she rounded the corner he noticed she was in a pair of black tailored pants and a red blouse that once again tucked in at her waist and buttoned up to the bottom of her slender throat. Over that was a white labcoat that had pens in the pocket and a name badge hanging from it. He stood automatically and waited for her to stop in front of him. There was no smile on her face just a some what serious expression.
“Mr. Langley.” she acknowledged with a slight tilt of her head.
He felt himself start to smile then stowed it and cleared his throat. “Dr O’Donnell.” he watched as her lips twitched.
“What can I do for you?”
He looked over her shoulder at the young receptionist that’d been his buffer last time and she seemed to be watching them with caution. Maybe she was worried he’d come back to exact his revenge. Nope, sorry sweetheart. I’m apparently the idiot that is going to fall on his sword not wield it through battle. “Well,” he paused.
“Yes?”
He lowered his voice and asked softly. “Is there somewhere more private that we could speak.”
She narrowed her eyes and he knew this look on her. This was her battle look before she lobbed the grenade. “I assumed when I didn’t hear from you that you didn’t want to speak.”
Boom, there is was. He stepped closer and she stood her ground, as he knew she would, and tilted her head back. Somewhere behind them he heard an intake of breath.
“You should never assume. Now do you really want to do this here?” he stopped then added on. “You seem to have a fetish for doing things in public.”
That straightened her spine right up. He could have sworn she hissed at him.
“Oh come on then.” She snapped as she turned marching off in the direction she’d come from. He looked over to the confused looking receptionist, winked then followed the lovely doctor.
Lena was smiling as she walked away from him. She figured she could let it go since he couldn’t see her. She hadn’t been upset he didn’t call her right away she knew he’d be busy over the weekend, but when he hadn’t called this morning she’d started to wonder. Now though as she walked to her office with her heart beating a rapid tattoo in her chest she was secretly delighted he’d come to see her instead.
She needed to get these feelings under control. She was beginning to enjoy the moment her heart started to pick up when he looked at her and she was starting to find she didn’t know how she’d feel when it all came to an end. When she reached her office she walked in and stood aside letting him follow her through. It also gave her the perfect opportunity to look at his fine ass. Today he was in jeans and, wow, he could really fill them out. His legs were so long they seemed to eat up the ground as he walked. On top he was in a midnight blue sweater that made his eyes such a deep blue they looked like the ocean and his black hair looked as though the wind had personally run its fingers through it to make it look like he just got out of bed, so damn sexy. Lena closed the door and cleared her throat walking around her desk to put some space between her and the temptation that was now sitting in a chair opposite her. She watched him as he sprawled his jean clad legs out in front of him then rested his hands on his thighs.
“Alright Langley, enough with the tense silence.”
“Tense? Who’s tense?” he grinned at her slowly. “Are you tense Lena? Want me to help?”
Before she thought it through she quipped. “Sure, take off your pants.”
Arching his brow he moved to sit up straight, “Careful doctor.”
Rolling her eyes she sat down and he grinned dimples and all.
“This feels like our first date, rolls reversed though.” he commented as he looked around her office at the large certificates on the wall then over to the bookcase that held text books, research journals and yes a couple of Twilight books, so what? He stood as though he couldn’t sit still and moved over to the large window that over looked the city and whistled low.
“Wow this is some view.” then he turned and rested his delicious ass against the window sill and told her softly. “But I like this one better.”
Lena turned her chair to face him and rocked back on it. “Stop the excess charm Langley. I said yes to the second date.”
He nodded slowly, “You did didn’t you?” he paused. “This isn’t charm Lena I mean it when I tell you I like what I see. Your so buttoned up, professional. You make me want to unbutton things.”
Lena felt her heart pick up at the look that came over his face. He was such an easy going man by nature. She could tell he was relaxed and calm, most likely well loved by everyone who met him. However, there were moments with her that he changed, his emotions took hold of him and she watched as a darker side rose to the surface and made its way out. She wondered if she brought his dark side out because she wasn’t what he needed. She wasn’t sunshine and light. She was gloomy, cold and numb.
“Why?”
Mason watched her as she continued to push herself back and forward on her chair by the tip of her toe.
“What do you mean why?”
“Well come on Langley. It isn’t like I was the obvious choice here. I’ve got to wonder why you’re even bothering with me.”
He pushed off from the window and walked over to her. Placing his foot on the bottom rung of her leather chair he brought it to a halt then reached down and drew her up so she was standing an inch apart from him. He ran his hands down her arms to her hands then intertwined their fingers. Looking down at her silently he watched her as she stared up at him, mouth slightly parted eyes wide and not a single sound came out. He noticed she fought to stand still and came to the conclusion he liked tormenting this woman. Not in a horrific, mean spirited way, but in a sensual frustrating way he’d never known he could enjoy. Usually he was all about the wham the bam and the thank you ma’am, but as he stood there not touching anything but her hands he was more aroused than he’d ever been.
“I don’t understand.” she finally whispered. He leaned down and pressed a warm kiss to her cheek then moved to her ear and whispered.