Chapter Eight

Mason

Coming to work today was more than difficult, and I couldn’t get Missy’s hot, naked body out of my head. When I went in for Sunday yoga, I didn’t think that I would be twisted up with the instructor, feeling every inch of her wrapped around me. Just the image of her legs over her head and her huge tits bouncing around gave me a chub, and I had to shift in my chair. I stared down at the report I was trying to write, but nothing was actually being done on it. This girl had not only gotten into my pants, but she had also gotten into my head, and I was having a really hard time shaking it. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get through the session today without attacking her and banging her right there on the table. I could picture it—picking her up with her legs wrapped around me and throwing her over the table, knocking the fountain to the floor while I rammed her as hard as I could.

My secretary stood up from her desk and walked toward the hallway, and I wondered if someone was here. I looked down at my calendar, but I had free time until lunch. I took a deep breath and leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes, and tried to get rid of my hard-on. As I put my arms back down, I heard knocking on my door frame.

“Hello there,” a familiar voice chimed. “Taking a nap midday?”

“Mom,” I said surprised, standing up and walking over to her. “What are you guys doing here?”

I hugged my mom tightly and reached over to shake my dad’s hand. It had been several months since I had seen them, and it really felt nice to have them in my office. I ushered them in and sat them down, asking the secretary to bring us some water.

“I didn’t know you guys were coming,” I said when I sat back down. “What’s the special occasion?”

“We brought you a present,” she said, handing me a box wrapped in silver paper. “It’s for your ten-year company anniversary!”

“Oh man, that’s so awesome,” I replied, realizing I had forgotten all about it. “You guys didn’t have to do that. But I’m glad you’re here—it’s been way too long.”

“How is business?” My father wasn’t a serious man, but he liked to try to connect with me.

“It’s good, Dad. I mean, we’ve already met our projections for the whole year, and we have some great talent getting ready to get into the studio,” I boasted. “It’s been a seriously wild ride.”

“Where’s Chris?” My mom loved him; she thought he was so mannerly and cute. Little did she know.

“He’s somewhere chasing a girl probably.” I laughed. “But in all seriousness, I couldn’t have done this without him. He really has a talent for spotting… well, talent.”

“His father was a good man,” my dad said, nodding. “He had an amazing company. I am glad his son is here with you for this.”

“How about lunch?” My mother always changes topics when conversation grows uncomfortable.

“Sure,” I said, leaning back. “Oh, wait. I have a yoga class at noon.”

“Oh,” my mother replied.

“No, it’s fine, I’ll cancel,” I said and picked up my phone.

“No, no. We can all go,” she said excitedly. “I haven’t done yoga with you in years.”

“Dad?”

“Sure,” he said, straightening his pants. “I could use some yoga stretches.”

“Okay,” I said, thinking about it. “It’s a private lesson, so it should be fine.”

“Of course it will be,” my mother said, waving her hand. “With as much as you pay for things, I’m sure this instructor could squeeze us in.”

I really didn’t want to take my parents to meet Missy. My mother had this uncanny way of knowing when there was something going on between me and a girl, and I didn’t see this being any different. However, since I couldn’t really give a good excuse as to why not, I was kind of stuck. I smiled at my mother and grabbed my bag, leading them out of the office. We took my limo since it had more room and made our way over to the Art District.

“I love this area,” Mother said, looking out at the artisans. “Your father and I had many nights out here partying in the sixties.”

“I can only imagine.” I laughed. “I like it out here; it’s quiet.”

“Kind of a long way to come for yoga,” my father replied.

“Yeah, but it’s a new place, not stuffy, and my instructor is really nice,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. “Ahh, here it is.”

We pulled up out front of the studio, and I waited for my parents to climb out before I did. I watched Eliza furrow her brow in curiosity as we climbed out and walked toward the door. When we entered, Missy was walking out of the studio, and she smiled at me, watching my parents walk in behind me. I mouthed, “I’m sorry,” to her as we entered, and she lifted her eyebrows and chuckled.

“Missy,” I said, smiling. “I’d like you to meet my mother and father.”

“Uh, hello,” she said, confused but comforting. “It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Phillips.”

“Oh, call us Gene and Elizabeth,” my mother said and shook Missy’s hand. “I hope you don’t mind—we surprised our son today and we couldn’t pass up a chance for yoga.”

“Ohhh,” Missy said with a smile. “No, of course, I don’t mind. This will be fun.”

“Wonderful,” my mother said, clapping. “Do you have any clothing we could use?”

“I sure do. Come with me,” Missy said, showing my mother and father into the studio. I looked at Eliza with wide eyes, and she laughed. I couldn’t believe my parents were with me in the same studio I just screwed the brains out of my instructor in. And to think I was actually considering trying again today. Guess that notion was off the table.

“I was surprised that Mason decided to take yoga up again,” my mother said, talking to Missy. “He has been so preoccupied with work.”

“I think by the time he left his first session, he was surprised too,” Missy said, making my parents laugh.

We changed into better clothes and lined up for the beginning of class. I couldn’t help but watch Missy interact with my parents; she was so funny but classy at the same time. As we started the meditation, I opened my eyes and looked at Missy, waiting for her to open her eyes too. Finally, as she was speaking the meditative instruction, she looked up at me and winked, making me blush. It was strange how much I liked having Missy be around my parents—something that never happened. I was pretty sure my mother was starting to question my sexuality at that point because I never brought anyone home, or felt comfortable enough to even talk about a girl to them. That being said, there weren’t any long-term relationships in my recent past, so that would be why my parents were kept in the dark.

After the meditation, I tried my best to pay attention to the routine, happy that my mother and father seemed to be enjoying themselves. Every once in a while, Missy would look up at me and smile, and a comforting feeling flowed through me. I should have been thinking about finding a new instructor since I nailed her, not thinking about how to spend more time with her. I took a deep breath as we sunk into our final meditation. I knew exactly what I needed to meditate on: whether or not to ask Missy to dinner at my place tonight.

When we were done, my parents went into the changing room, and I stayed out in the studio, helping to clean up. Missy picked up the mats and put them away before turning off the fountain and music. I looked at her, expecting that she would have another class after this.

“It’s my half day,” she said, smiling. “I close early on Mondays.”

“Well, then come to lunch with us,” I said without thinking. “My mother seems to like you, and well, I think you’re not too bad.”

“Ohhh.” She laughed. “I’m not too bad, huh? Well, I would love to. Would you mind hanging here so I can run upstairs and change?”

“Sure,” I replied with a chuckle, and I watched her disappear out of the side door.

Of course, my mother gave me the all-knowing look when she learned that Missy would be joining us, and my father stayed oblivious as always. I went ahead and flipped most of the lights off for Missy while we were waiting and then stood at the front talking. When she came back down and rounded the corner, my breath caught in my throat. She was wearing a lightweight purple sweater with a low-cut front, and a black flowing long skirt with strappy sandals. She had fixed her hair and put on the tiniest bit of makeup, just enough to accentuate those gorgeous green eyes. She smiled at my reaction, and I quickly picked my chin off the floor.

My mother, as always, kept us entertained during lunch with stories of their travels, stories from San Diego, and embarrassingly, stories of my childhood. Missy kept her demeanor light and kind, smiling and laughing at the right moments. My mother didn’t pry or ask too many personal questions, but the answers Missy gave were eloquent and well-spoken. This woman had just won over my parents in about two seconds flat, and here I was trying to talk myself out of whatever feelings were developing in my chest. This was not like me at all, but still, the thought of dinner alone without her tonight just didn’t feel right.

We stayed at the restaurant until nearly four in the evening, laughing, talking, and drinking wine. My father and I discussed the business while my mother and Missy talked about her gym, her interest in yoga, and my mother’s travels to India when she was younger. My mother was a very spiritual person, and she loved the idea of having someone else even remotely interested in meditation and yoga to talk to. In reality, Missy was a hit, and not just with them, but with me too.

“Well,” my mother said, looking down at her watch. “We should be going back to the hotel. We’re having dinner with some friends tonight, and I would like to take a shower.”

“Aww,” Missy said, taking my mother’s hand. “Well, it was so lovely meeting you.”

“Mother, you guys take the limo wherever you need,” I said, kissing her cheek. “Missy and I will take a cab.”

“Thank you, sweetie,” she said, kissing my cheek. “We’ll see you in the morning for breakfast.”

“Of course,” I replied. I shook my father’s hand and watched them walk out. I let out a deep breath and took a big swig of my mother’s leftover wine.

“Well, this was a surprise,” Missy said, laughing. “We have one hot day, and then bam! I’m meeting the parents. You might have to slow down there, sir.”

I laughed at her sarcasm, shaking my head. This was so unexpected—on all levels—and now here I was sitting at lunch with this girl, not wanting to say goodbye. She looked absolutely gorgeous, and I wanted to take her back to my place right now and have incredible afternoon sex, but I couldn’t. I had a meeting in about twenty minutes and needed to get on the road.

“I have to get to work,” I said, standing up and leaving cash for the check. “But I want to see you again tonight. Come to my house for dinner. I’ll send a car to pick you up.”

“Is that a request or a demand?”

I leaned in very close to her ear. “It’s whatever makes you want to come,” I whispered. I could hear her breath rattle in her chest. “The car will pick you up at nine.”

With that burst of confidence, I kissed her on the cheek and walked out. I may be hooked on this girl, but I wasn’t going to act like a lost puppy. I was going to make her want me just like I wanted her.