Chapter Forty Seven
“How did it go?” I ask Lori when she arrives home from her latest trap.
“It was fine. Different.”
“Oooh, tell me more.”
She sits down opposite me and lets down her hair. “I trapped a woman.”
“Wow. Why didn’t you tell me this morning?”
“You’ve got enough on your mind at the moment. I don’t want to bother you with my traps as well.”
“Don’t be silly, it would be a welcome distraction. So how was it?”
“It was actually kind of nice. Is that weird? We had a good chat. She seemed like she was genuinely interested in what I had to say and she didn’t spend the whole night looking at my boobs. Oh and her lips were really soft.”
I laugh. “Should Buzz be getting jealous?”
“No, but I made the stupid mistake of telling him that I kissed a girl and now he won’t shut up about it. He keeps calling and texting me.”
“Who does he think you kissed?”
“I didn’t give him any details, just that I kissed a woman.”
“You tease! Poor Buzz.”
“I think he’s half jealous, half horny.”
“More like one hundred percent horny. So how did her girlfriend take it?”
“Her boyfriend seemed very upset.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Apparently he’s had his suspicions for a while now. It started out as drunken kisses with her girlfriends but then he found flirty texts to one of them.”
“Wow.”
She nods and slides a newspaper across the table. “Here, I picked this up on my way home. You made page five.”
I flick through to see the same two photos which have been circulating all day. “The hunt is on for Hunter’s mystery woman. Is that the best they can come up with?”
“Take a look at the next page.” I do as she says and my entire body comes alive at the sight of a shirtless Mason. As if his washboard abs and sculpted V wasn’t enough, he’s biting his goddamn lip and staring at me with bedroom eyes. “See what you’re missing out on?” she asks with a grin.
Yes. Yes, I do.
That evening, I’m in bed scrolling through instagram when Mason’s cell vibrates. I jump and almost end up liking somebody’s photo from ten months ago - total creeper territory. I smile when I see that it’s from Mason’s work cell.
M: Hey :)
S: Hey yourself.
M: Am I interrupting?
S: No, I’m just in bed.
A few seconds pass. M: What are you wearing? ;)
I laugh. S: Minnie Mouse pajamas!
M: Wow. Let me take a minute.
S: What are YOU wearing?
M: Nothing...
S: You win.
M: Wait, are we sexting?! He asks.
S: LOL, not quite.
M: Tell me something about yourself.
S: What do you want to know?
M: Everything. Greatest fear?
S: Spiders. Original, I know.
M: Guilty pleasure?
S: The Bachelor.
M: Pet peeve?
S: When people misuse the word ‘literally’.
M: I agree, it’s literally the worst thing on earth.
S: Very funny.
M: Last time you cried?
I don’t tell him that I shed a few tears the night that I bought his watch back from the pawnbrokers. S: I can’t remember, probably a few weeks ago at a sad movie or something.
M: One place you would love to visit?
S: London.
M: Biggest flaw?
S: I’m very impatient. Hurry up with the next question ;)
M: How old were you when you lost your virginity?
S: 18. What about you?
M: 16.
S: How was it?
M: I can’t remember. It was over so quickly.
S: And is that your personal best?
M: Nah, I can last at least five seconds longer these days.
S: Lol! Good to know.
M: Weirdest place you've had sex?
S: In an elevator.
M: That's wrong on so many levels. See what I did there?
I laugh. S: I didn't think very highly of it.
M: Good one.
S: You're desperately trying to think of more elevator puns aren't you?
M: No. Maybe.
S: It’s okay, I’ll wait.
His reply comes about a minute later. M: You could say that it failed to push your buttons.
S: You’re right. My mood was a little up and down afterwards.
M: I'm floored by the quality of our puns.
S: I haven't even started on the shaft yet.
M: I told you we were sexting!!!
I quickly google pictures of elevator shafts then send one to him. S: Now we’re sexting.
He calls me less than two seconds later. “Did you just send me an elevator dick pic?”
I laugh. “Yes, I think I did.”
“Am I supposed to send you one back?”
“I’m not too sure what the etiquette is.”
There’s a long pause and I suddenly become extremely aware of the energy between us. The unspoken words. The sexual tension. The lies. I can almost reach out and touch it. “You should know that if I have trouble sleeping tonight then it’s because of you.” His tone isn’t so playful anymore.
I clear my throat. “Speaking of which, it’s getting late.”
“We should do this again some time.”
“What? Send each other elevator porn?”
He laughs. “I want to get to know you better.”
No, you don’t. “Goodnight, Mason.”
“Until next time, Sophia.”