Free April (Calendar Girl #4) by Audrey Carlan Page A

good sex with good times they could have with a good woman. Having a great sex life and being someone Mason wants to spend time with outside of the bedroom works in your favor. Though usually men think of the sex first. It’s just an animal instinct. So you got it all? You’re going to seduce Mason at the party this weekend?” I asked, giddy beyond reason.
    “I’ll think about it,” she said.
    I scowled but understood there was no moving this girl any faster. She had a way about her, and I think after a few days of thinking about it and building up her courage, she’d make the right choice. “Promise?” I encouraged.
    She smiled wide and it was true, her smile could light a dark room. “Promise.”
    Mason entered the room then and shut the balcony door with one long limb and a push of his foot. “Are the two most beautiful women in all the world hungry or what?”
    I shook my head. “Always a player,” I laughed and this time, Rachel did, too. I would have expected a sour expression not a chuckle.
    Progress was good.

     
     
     

Chapter 6
     
    Entering the swanky hotel venue for tonight’s Think Pink event had both Mason and me stunned. Pink balloons covered the entire ceiling, lighting reflected pink breast cancer ribbons and our new tagline “Think Pink” was splayed all over the pitch black walls. A disco ball swirled around shooting specks of white light in every direction. Soon, the guys would show and the doors would open. Waiters were receiving their instructions off in the corner. All of them wearing a pink t-shirt with our theme, and the girls were wearing a tank top that said “Save the Ta Ta’s” over their breasts. It was crass, it was fun, and it was a ball player’s type event.
    Mason and I however, were dressed to the nines. He in a pristine black suit and a pink button up, the pink suspenders I asked every player to wear and a tie that had breast cancers ribbons all over it made him look like the professional he needed to be. His coppery brown hair was slicked back and his green eyes were dancing all over the place taking in the venue. High top tables with black cloths adorned with pink roses bunched into the center and tea lights glinting off their petals sat on each surface setting the mood. It was beautiful, classy, young and yet still hip.
    “Mia…” his voice trailed off, clearly taking it all in and loving everything he saw. I beamed with pride. My first charity event looked amazing. Of course, it had a lot to do with the striking blonde that was walking our way. I thought I looked good in a hot pink cocktail gown, sequins catching the light and twinkling like the ball above our heads. Not even close. Rachel made her way from the back of the room. She wore a soft pink satin strapless number that came down to her knee but had a slit up to the hip giving the ultimate sex appeal with a sweetheart neckline that showed off her breasts. Her hair was down in the old Hollywood fashion style they wore back in the day. A shock of bright red lipstick topped her full lips. A fine line of black coal liner, gave the perfect cat-eye to her baby blues. I did not expect her to look the way she did. She was a pin-up girl slash classy dame.
    Mason stood in silence, watching her approach. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were blazing hot. He’d never looked at me like that before. That steamy gaze was all for the tall blonde who made me feel positively whoreish in my flashy attire compared to her elegance.
    “You guys look fantastic,” she cooed when she made it to us.
    Mason looked her up and down, grabbed her by the waist, cupped her cheeks, and looked deeply into her eyes. She didn’t say a word, just allowed him to manhandle her and I knew why. Because it was alpha, it was smokin’ hot, and when a man like Mace grabbed you and handled you that way, you just took it and thanked the mighty Heaven’s that it was happening.
    “You look fucking beautiful,” he said, his eyes searching hers.