Shelly’s eyes came up to hers and they looked mad. “You’re not. Paul here was just about to leave.”
Presumably, Paul the lawyer, stood and nodded once more at Shelly then turned and brushed past Lena, without so much of a hello. Lena bit her bottom lip then moved inside closing the door behind her. “What was that all about?”
Shelly let out a deep breath. ‘That was me kicking Paul to the curb.”
Wincing at her friend she took the vacated seat. “Sorry?”
“Nah, don’t be. It wasn’t working out anyway.”
“That’s because you’re too picky.”
“Oh and you’re not?” She asked raising an eyebrow. “The first guy you date in nine years was a local celebrity, not to mention you haven’t dated since.”
Waving her hand at her friend Lena said softly, “Yeah, yeah whatever. Want to talk about it?”
“Nope. But you want to talk about something, so spill.” Then she asked as though she realized she’d forgotten. “How did last night end?”
Lena shrugged, “I don’t know, that’s the thing.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
Lena raised a hand and scratched her temple, “Well I stayed the night with him.”
She watched as her friend’s mouth fell open, “But I thought the rule was,”
“No, no. I didn’t sleep with him.” she paused, “Well I slept with him but we didn’t have sex.”
Shelly’s eyes widened, “Okay we need to take a moment here.”
Lena stopped and tilted her head, “Why?”
“Because I want to know how on earth you climbed into a bed with Mason Casanova Langley,”
“Naked.” Lena added into the mix with a grin, enjoying her friend’s amazed and baffled look.
“Naked? Oh my god Lena. I want to know how you got into a bed, naked no less with Mr Hotness and kept your hands to yourself!” she stopped then asked quickly, “Or were they tied up?”
“No!” Lena responded laughing and shaking her head. “I just wanted to hold him.”
Shelly looked flabbergasted. She rolled her eyes and slumped back on her chair. “You wanted to hold him?” she demanded incredulously. “I’m trying everything in my power to get the man who just left here to pound me into a wall and you just want your naked man to hold you?” Closing her eyes and shaking her head she then opened them and focused on Lena, “You do know I hate you right?”
Grinning Lena nodded and asked, “But this morning he’s being weird.”
“What do you mean weird? He was pissed last night and then you didn’t put out, he’s probably even more pissed.”
“Screw you.” Lena muttered.
“At this stage I may say yes, so keep your offers to yourself unless you mean it.”
Sticking her tongue out at her friend Lena shrugged. “I bought him a peach.”
Shelly grinned slowly nodding, “A little tit for tat huh?”
Lena would have agreed but for the annoying message he’d left her. “Well yeah, it was supposed to be fun, sexy. Remind him of the night he invited me over with a peach and it ended in juicy kisses.” knowing she was extremely close to whining she stopped talking.
“So? What happened?”
Letting out a sigh Lena mumbled, “He left me a message telling me, thanks Lena you’re a real peach.”
There was dead silence then Shelly burst out laughing. Lena’s eyes moved to her friend and she glared at her so hard she almost felt her eye begin to twitch.
“Well I’m so glad you find it funny.”
“It is funny. You two are hopeless.” she said and began laughing all over again.
“I came here for advice and all you’re doing is pissing me off.” Lena stood about to storm out.
“Wait wait.” Shelly said waving her hand and trying to stop laughing. Once she seemed to have herself under control she asked, “You want my advice? Drive him crazy Lena. Make sure that man never stops thinking about you.”
Lena paused and looked down at her. “I’m not having sex with him, that’s too easy and he’ll hate me for it.”
“Right now he would.” Shelly said standing and walking around the desk and moving over to Lena. “But if you slowly drive him out of his ever loving mind and make him remember all the reasons he wanted you in the first place it will all fall together.”
Lena nodded starting to like this idea. “So what did you have in mind?”
“Well I’d start with sending a little message of your own.”
Mason was sitting on his couch watching the cooking channel. He’d gone for a run and he had to admit he felt better. Maybe it was time to get his shit in order. After all how long could he possibly keep going the way he was? He needed to check in with Rachel and Wendy, start going back down to the restaurant and trying to move forward. He needed to work out a way to heal. The chef on the television had just started peeling potatoes when his cell phone buzzed next to him. Picking it up he flicked it open and read,
312-925-7654: A peach huh? So… I’m juicy?
He read the message several times, noticing the number in the corner to be one that wasn’t in his contacts, but knowing exactly who it was at the other end. Adding her name he hit reply.
Lena? Is this you? Not a minute later the phone buzzed.
Dr Lena O’Donnelclass="underline" Well I hope so, who else has been leaving peaches in your house?
Finding himself smiling he typed. Well I’m not sure. It didn’t come with a note.
Dr Lena O’Donnelclass="underline" Yes it did.
Ok, the note wasn’t signed.
Dr Lena O’Donnelclass="underline" Well I thought it would be obvious, Casanova :P
Grinning from ear to ear he wrote back. To answer your question, from what I remember, yes you are very juicy.
There was a pause. A minute or maybe two passed and then the phone buzzed in his hand.
Dr Lena O’Donnelclass="underline" Do you still like peaches?
Frowning at the phone he typed. What are you asking?
Dr Lena O’Donnelclass="underline" Did you enjoy the peach this morning? Or didn’t you eat it?
Of course I ate it, my doctor told me to.
Dr Lena O’Donnelclass="underline" Your doctor huh?
He paused and then wrote quickly, You know what I mean.
There was silence for about five minutes before the little light on his phone lit up.
Dr Lena O’Donnelclass="underline" I could be your doctor. If you wanted me to be.
Lena….
Dr Lena O’Donnelclass="underline" Yes Mason?
He tapped his leg having completely forgotten the program on the televising and wrote back. Were you really in my bed last night?
Dr Lena O’Donnelclass="underline" Yes.
Were you really naked?
Dr Lena O’Donnelclass="underline" Yes.
Did I really just fall asleep with your arms wrapped around me and your breasts all up on my back?
Pause. Long pause.
Dr Lena O’Donnelclass="underline" Yes and my hands were right above your naked cock.
Did you just write the word cock to me?