“I’ve been put out of my house and may not have the part for my mixer. Isn’t that enough?” she asked, tossing the handcuffs back into the travel case.
Jada slid her a skeptical look. She’d known Kiera since the day she and her best friend, Callie Webber, had caught Jada defacing the locker of the captain of the cheerleading squad. They’d taken her into their fold soon after and the three of them had been friends ever since.
Of the three of them, Kiera was the most optimistic. She rarely let anything get to her.
However, they all had their moments over the years, and Jada had known Kiera long enough to know that she wouldn’t be able to pry anything out of her that Kiera didn’t want her to know. She also knew that if she waited long enough, her friend would eventually open up.
***
Mason adjusted the intensity setting on the driver’s seat of his Mercedes CL550, groaning with pleasure as the rolling massage reached his lumbar region. He was actually happy to get stopped at the red traffic signal at the entrance of his subdivision. It gave him a few extra minutes to enjoy the seat’s ministrations.
The light turned green and Mason turned into the subdivision, flashing his keycard up to the electronic keypad to open the gate. A few minutes later, he frowned as he pulled up to his house and spotted a white Nissan next to his sister’s Mazda CX-5. It was blocking the entry to the side of the garage where he parked his car.
“Shit,” Mason cursed under his breath.
He pulled in behind Kiera’s SUV so that whoever was parked on the other side of the driveway could move out of his damn spot. Mason reached over to the passenger side and grabbed his briefcase and the mail he’d picked up from his post office box on the way home. He locked his car and walked up to the Nissan, peering inside. He noticed Hello Kitty seat covers and groaned.
“Oh, God, not her. Not today.” Releasing a heavy sigh, Mason strode up to the front door and entered the house. “Shit,” he said again when he confirmed that it was indeed Jada Dangerfield sitting in his living room.
“Nice to see you again, too, Mason,” Jada said in a voice that belied her words.
“You’re blocking the way into my garage,” he said, pitching his keys into the top drawer of the apothecary chest that sat just off the right of the entryway.
Kiera rolled her eyes while Jada’s narrowed with annoyance. Without another word Jada stood, pulled a set of car keys from the pocket of her tight jeans, and marched toward him, her gaze fiery enough to singe. Mason met her rage with a look of bored indifference, because he knew it would piss her off.
She stuck that pert nose in the air as she strode past him, leaving the door opened behind her. Seconds later, the rumble of a starting engine sounded from outside.
Mason advanced toward the sofa, thumbing through his mail.
“Why must you turn into an ass whenever you’re around Jada?” his sister asked.
He looked up from the parcel of bills, credit card offers, and other junk mail. “Asking her to get out of my parking space makes me an ass?”
“Never mind.” Kiera shook her head. “Anyway, thanks again for letting me stay here a couple of days. I could have gone to Mom’s, but you’re so much closer to my kitchen.”
“I told you it’s not a problem. It’s not as if I don’t have the room. Besides,” he said, loosening the knot in his tie. “Having a caterer bunk here for a few nights means I don’t have to worry about ordering takeout. The chicken pasta thing you make with the cream sauce will work.”
Again with the eye roll, Kiera said, “The chicken is already defrosting. You’re just that predictable.”
Mason heard the front door open and grimaced. He’d meant to head to the back before Jada returned. He’d had a hard enough day at the office; he wasn’t in the mood for engaging in combat in his own house.
“Happy?” she asked as she resumed her seat on the sofa.
“I don’t know. Will I find a mysterious scratch on my door?”
“If I wanted to vandalize your property, I wouldn’t do it behind your back, Mason. I’d make sure you had a front row seat.”
“The way you did when you poured nail polish all over the hood of my Caprice?”
She hopped up from the sofa and got in this face. “I did not spill that nail polish on your stupid Chevy. How many times do I have to tell you that?”
“When I came home from tutoring, my car was fine. You walk through the door and, ten minutes later, the car is covered in bright pink nail polish. We don’t need a CSI team to figure that one out.”
“That ugly ass car needed a paint job, but I didn’t give it one.”
“Oh, my God, would you two please stop?” Kiera screeched. “What is it with the two of you? You’ve been this way since high school.”
“He’s the one who starts with me,” Jada accused, pointing her slim finger at his chest. Her own chest rose and fell with her labored breaths, pulling her fitted T-shirt taut across her breasts. As it had been way too often during their legendary arguments over the years, Mason had an overpowering urge to pull her against him and kiss the rest of the breath from her lungs.
Instead, as always, he took several steps back, giving himself some much-needed distance.
Kiera’s cell phone rang, creating a fissure in the thick tension hovering over the room.
“Oh, it’s my building’s management office. Let’s hope my place is okay.” She answered the phone, but seconds later said, “Can you wait just a minute. The service here is spotty.” Covering the mouthpiece, she hissed, “Why’d you have to build a house so far away from a dang cell phone tower?” as she headed for the front door.
Mason turned his attention from his sister’s retreating back to find Jada giving him the evil eye again.
“What?” he asked.
“Forget it. Not worth it,” she said before returning to her spot on the sofa.
Mason blew out a tired breath and headed for his room. He went straight to his walk-in closet, which was bigger than the combined bedroom and bathroom in the modest starter home he’d lived in for years before finally building this house.
He shrugged out of his suit jacket and hung it in the closet, then toed off his Tom Ford loafers, not bothering to put in the shoe trees. He’d probably wear these tomorrow.
There was a knock on the door to his master suite.
“Come in,” Mason called. Kiera entered the room, and Mason could tell by her dour expression that she didn’t come bearing good news. “Let me guess. Your entire condo was built using Chinese drywall.”
“Every single inch,” Kiera confirmed.
Mason shrugged. “It could be worse. You could also have termites.”
“If you’re trying to make me feel better, you’re failing,” his sister said. “Are you okay with me having an extended stay?”
“Yes, Kiera.” It was his turn to roll his eyes. “Ask me again and I’m putting you out on your ass.”
She laughed as she wrapped him up in a hug.
Mason would never admit it to her, but he’d pumped a triumphant fist in the air when Kiera had called this morning asking if she could stay at his place. It had been such a long time since she’d come right out and asked him for anything. He’d spent a fair portion of his adolescence and adulthood taking care of his sister; he missed her needing him.
“Oh, there’s one other thing,” Kiera said. “I was supposed to host a party at my place next weekend.” She put both hands up, as if expecting him to protest. “It’s nothing big. About ten or so women, and only for a few hours.”
“Fine,” Mason said.
“Great!” She gave him a peck on the cheek. “We were afraid we’d have to hold it at Jada’s. Her place is so tiny you can hardly move around in there.”
Mason almost added the caveat that Jada couldn’t attend, but he didn’t have the energy to be that petty. He just knew that he would have to stay the hell away if she was going to be there. Not that he had any desire to hang around with
his baby sister and a group of her friends, but he sure as hell didn’t want to hang around that particular friend. The woman got off on rubbing him the wrong way.
Kiera’s cell phone rang again.
“Why are you so popular today?” Mason asked.
She looked at the screen and scrunched up her nose. “I need to take this.” She gave him another peck on the cheek, and said, “Thanks again,” before leaving the room.
Mason unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled the sleeves up on his shirt. After sliding his feet into his L.B. Evans slippers, he went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, smiling at the chopped peppers, onions and other ingredients for Kiera’s pasta, portioned in plastic baggies. Apparently, he was that predictable.
Sipping from his water bottle, Mason spotted the usually bare dining room table through the arched doorway that led from the kitchen. It was cluttered with boxes and packages. He went into the dining room and frowned as his eyes roamed over the collection of items strewn about the table.
He picked up a lavender box, his eyes widening in horrified surprise as he inspected the package.
“G-Swirl Vibrator?”
Mason marched into the living room and held the box up to Jada. “What in the hell is this?”
Jada looked up from the legal pad she was scribbling on—one of his legal pads—and peered at the box.
Like a saleswoman imparting the qualities of a new and improved product, she said, “This is the G-Swirl Vibrator, praised for its ability to elicit powerful orgasms quickly and effectively by stimulating a woman’s G-Spot.”
Mason choked back the instant rush of lust that lodged in his throat. Her matter-of-fact recitation had turned him on way more than it should have.
“I know what a vibrator is,” he bit out. “What is it and the rest of that stuff doing on my dining room table?”
“It’s for Kiera’s party.”
“What the hell kind of party is Kiera having?”
Releasing an exaggeratedly loud breath, Jada pushed herself up from the sofa and plucked the purple package from his fingers. “You may want to put this back,” she said. “You break it, you buy it; and I doubt you’re ready to handle something like this.”
Mason followed her into the dining room where she set the vibrator on the table. Gliding her fingers along the collection of erotic toys, she picked up a box containing a silver egg-shaped device and held it out to him.
“You may want to start with this. It’s popular with both males and females for stimulation of the erogenous zones. There is also an array of oils and gels designed to heighten sexual pleasure.”
It took some effort for Mason to swallow as she went from one product to the next, her voice dropping to a sultry purr as she expounded on the benefits of each toy. Knowing Jada, the sole purpose of her little presentation was to make him uncomfortable. She’d succeeded, but Mason doubted she knew just what part of him in particular she was making uncomfortable.
“This, of course, is just an overview of what’s available. If you’re interested in products for a specific purpose, I’m sure we can find something that will work.” She picked up a bright blue dildo and strolled over to him. With a decidedly wicked smile, she said, “Just so you’ll know, personal demonstrations are extra.”
Mason’s entire being was immediately overwhelmed with a barrage of heat. He willed his body to fight the onslaught of arousal that rushed through him.
Folding his arms over his chest, he drilled her with a hostile look. “Why are you hell-bent on corrupting my baby sister?”
“Oh, for God’s sake, Mason.” Gone was the seductive lithe to her voice. It had been replaced with familiar ire. “You do realize your baby sister isn’t a baby anymore, right? Brace yourself, but she isn’t a virgin anymore either,” Jada shared in a mock whisper.
He was in no mood to be mocked.
“What kind of party is this, Jada?” Mason asked in a voice that brooked no further bullshit.
She blew out another exasperated breath. “It’s called a Naughty Nights party. It’s not some orgy free-for-all, so lay off the crap about me corrupting Kiera. It’s just a group of women having drinks and learning about sexual enhancement products.”
“And you’re the ring leader.”
“I’m the sales consultant,” she corrected. “This may come as a shock to you, Mason, but some women actually like sex.” She wielded the dildo. “Maybe you should join us for the party. I’m sure your puritanical ass can use all the help you can get when it comes to the bedroom.”
Mason stared at her for several moments before reaching over and pulling the sex toy from her slim fingers. Flipping it around, he said, “It goes this way. If you’re going to offer private demonstrations, you may want to learn how to use your products first.”
He drained the remaining water from the bottle and left her standing in the middle of the dining room.
Chapter Two
Jada stood rooted to the spot where Mason had left her, shocked as hell.
And, okay, just a tad turned on.
Who would have thought that Mason Coleman of all people could make her cheeks heat with embarrassment, or make her nipples pebble as if they had been hit with a blast of freezing cold air?
Of course, it had been quite a while since her nipples had seen any action that wasn’t of her own making, so it was understandable. But Mason? Mason Coleman? The one man she had never once thought of in a sexual way?
Actually, that wasn’t entirely true. She could remember experiencing a twinge of interest once back when they were in high school. She’d gone over to Kiera’s and encountered a shirtless Mason playing basketball with his friends in the driveway. But she’d only noticed him the way any hormonal teenage girl noticed a sweaty guy with nice abs and a decent face. And once he’d opened his mouth, any warm feelings she’d felt toward him had instantly chilled.
So why was her skin still tingling now?
Jada folded her arms across her chest, willing her nipples to calm down, and cursing Mason for putting her in this state in the first place.
Kiera came back into the house, pocketing her cell phone. Worry lines etched the corners of her mouth.
“Is everything okay?” Jada asked.
“Yeah,” she said, waving off her concern. “Just work stuff. Nothing to worry about.”
“I wouldn’t say that. You’ve got at least one thing to worry about. Your brother was just in here. He isn’t too keen on your kinky little party.”
Kiera grimaced. “Ouch. Bet that was an awkward conversation.”
If she only knew.
“Hey, can you spare an hour or so?” Kiera asked. “I was hoping you could come with me to my condo. I need to pick up a few more things since I’ll be here for a while.”
Jada shrugged. “I’m unemployed remember? I have all the time in the world.”
“Thanks,” Kiera said. She went to let Mason know she was leaving, then followed Jada out of the house. They walked over to Kiera’s SUV.
“Oh, crap,” she said. “I forgot I had all of this in here.”
Jada peered into the smoke-colored windows, spotting boxes on the backseat and cargo area.
“I have to bring this stuff to my kitchen tomorrow,” Kiera said.
“We can take my car.”
“Are you sure?” Jada seared her with a look, and Kiera held both hands up. “Okay, okay. Thanks. Now I don’t have to go inside and ask Mason to move his car.”
Jada plunked a hand on her hip and pointed at the blue Mercedes. “What happened to him needing to get his car in the garage? I swear, your brother gets off on irritating me.”
Jada wondered if she would later question why the thought of him getting off in any way whatsoever sent a zing through her bloodstream.
“I think you may be right.” Kiera laughed as they walked over to the curb where Jada had moved her car. She shook her head as she opened the passenger-side door and slipped in. “What is it about you
two? I have never seen two people who dislike each other so much? I know why Mason doesn’t like you, but why don’t you like him?”
Jada whipped her head around to her. “Why doesn’t he like me?”
Kiera glanced over at her, her lips flattened in a frown. “He thinks you’re shallow,” she said. “But it’s because he never took the time to get to know you,” she quickly added. “And he and Eric were sworn enemies long before you ever moved here so I’m sure the fact that the two of you were a couple practically a week after you started at Maplesville High has something to do with it, too. And because you were a cheerleader. Mason always thought cheerleaders were superficial, but that goes back to the point of him believing you’re shallow.”
“Okay, I get it,” Jada said, pulling away from the curb. After a few minutes, she said, “And to answer your question, I never liked him because he never liked me. And because he thinks he’s better than everyone else.”
“No, he doesn’t.” Kiera said, looking down at her phone, her thumbs flying furiously over the touchscreen. “Mason is very sweet. Except when he’s around you,” she tacked on.
Jada huffed out an aggravated snort as she flipped on her left turn signal to head south toward the commercial area where Kiera’s condo was located. The building was yet another sign of Maplesville’s rapidly expanding downtown area. It boasted a slew of new chain restaurants, retail stores, and a huge outlet mall that had beefed up the local economy. The downside was that it also made traffic an ever-loving nightmare on the weekends, when the town was inundated with visitors from all over the north shore of Lake Pontchartrain.
A flashing light on her dashboard drew Jada’s attention. She thumped her fist against the steering wheel. “Dammit, I forgot about putting gas.”
Jada glanced over at Kiera, whose face was intense as she read something on her phone.
“Hey,” Jada called.
Kiera looked over at her. “What?”
“I just said that I forgot to put gas and you didn’t make a wiseass remark.”
“Oh, sorry,” she said, and went back to her phone.
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