Mason's POV
Allison was all I could think about all day. I had a case I needed to focus on and yet my mind kept slipping back to her. It didn't go unnoticed.
"Dude, what's up with you today? You seem a little spaced. You feeling ok?" Evan asked, interrupting my thoughts.
I shook my head trying to clear it. "Yeah, man. I just can't get her outta my head."
"Allison?"
I nodded and he laughed.
"So, things went well I take it, then?"
I smiled. "Oh, man, more than well...I think...I don't know. She's so hard to read."
Evan chuckled again. "That's Allison. She doesn't really tell people how she's feeling, except for Katie."
I raised my eyebrows at him. "Katie. You think she's talked to her about me?"
Evan tittered. "Dude, I have no idea. Katie doesn't always share with me what they talk about."
Just then, his phone rang; so, he excused himself and left my office, but I had a meeting with a client anyway, so it worked out.
A couple of hours later, Evan was back in my office, sporting a wicked grin.
"What's up?" I asked him.
"So, they did talk about you."
Oh, really?
I perked up. "What did Katie tell you?"
He shook his head. "I told her we're not getting in the middle of it. She hung up on me 'cause that made her mad. So, I should probably stick with it on my end as well...You should talk to Allison yourself."
Eye roll...
"I try to get her to open up and she freezes on me. I asked her just yesterday what happened to her to make her hate love. She just ignored my question and we talked about our work instead," I told him.
"She's been through a lot. That much I'll tell you, but I think she needs to tell you her story."
'She's been through a lot'? What the hell happened to her?
"Look, man. Apparently, she left work to go to the doctor. I'd just start by texting her and keep trying to insert yourself into her life as much as possible. Show her what it really feels like to be loved. That's all you can do," Evan continued.
"Yeah, ok. Thanks, man."
Evan smiled at me and left. I pulled out my phone to call Allison. Screw texting. It was too informal. You can take back what you say before you send it. You can't during a phone call.
"Hello?" Allison answered.
"Hello, Beautiful. How are you today?"
"Mason...I'm not well today actually. I just left the doctor's and am headed to the pharmacy then, home to rest. How about you?" She inquired.
"I'm doing fine. I'm sorry you're sick. What did they say you have?"
"I came up positive for strep throat. I have amoxicillin I get to take. Sooo much fun." She laughed.
"That stinks. I'm sorry. How about I bring you some dinner?"
Silence.
"Allison?"
"That would be lovely. Thank you," she replied.
"Ok, I'll see you after work in a couple hours, then."
"Ok, sounds great. See you soon," Allison said as she hung up.
Ok, now to get her to open up to me.
Allison's POV
I feel like death. I'm pretty sure I look like it, too.
I got home, took my medicine, changed into some fuzzy pajamas and laid down. I no sooner hit my pillow and I was asleep. I awoke to a knock on my door.
"Just a minute!" I yelled as I got out of bed and ran to the door.
I opened it as soon as I reached it, which I had forgotten to lock, again, and there stood Mason.
He had on a white t-shirt that was tight enough that his pectoral muscles showed through and I'm pretty sure if he flexed, his biceps would rip the shirt. He held up a brown paper bag in his hand.
"Did someone here order dinner?"
"Mason!" I threw my arms around him, pulling him in for a hug.
His embrace was so warm and strong. I somehow felt better just by seeing him.
"Happy to see me?" He smiled brightly.
"Yes, of course."
"Good 'cause I'm always thrilled to see you, Beautiful."
I beamed up at him. "What did you bring?"
We walked into the kitchen. Mason set the bag down and opened it up, pulling out each item as he named them....in French.
"Nous avons une soupe aux pommes de terre, une salade César et une baguette."
My mouth dropped open. "You speak French?"
He smiled. "Oui."
Can he seriously get any hotter?
"Ok, so what did you just say?" I asked curiously.
"We have potato soup, a Caesar salad and a baguette."
I giggled. "You're remarkable, you know that?"
He shrugged.
I grabbed some dishes out of the cupboard and he started divvying up the food. "So, where did you learn French?"
"In high school actually. I always thought it was such a beautiful language. Do you speak any foreign languages?"
I laughed as we sat down on the couch to eat. "Uh, no. I learned some ASL, but not enough to have a full-blown conversation."
"Oh, I've always wanted to learn American Sign Language, but my fingers just don't flex or move fast enough for that," he laughed as he scooped up a spoonful of soup and ate it.
I smirked at him. "I wouldn't say that...I don't have any complaints about your fingers."
He about choked on his food and I giggled. Evan's words were echoing in my mind....'Tell him how you feel.'
I bit my bottom lip. "Mason?"
"Hmmm?"
Just then, his phone rang.
Mason looked at it. "Just a moment. It's work. I have to get this."
He kissed my cheek and stepped into my room, closing the door.
"You can do this, Allison. You can tell him how you feel," I encouraged myself.
A few minutes later, Mason comes out of my room and he looks pissed.
"I'm so sorry, beautiful, but I have to go to the office. One of my clients was arrested and I have to go deal with it, but I promise I'll make it up to you."
Great...
"How are you gonna do that?" I made a pouty face and he leaned down, putting his face close to mine, but he stopped just shy of touching my lips.
He reached his hand in between my legs, rubbing my center. "I'm sure I can find a way."
"Mmm....," It felt so good.
Mason kissed me on the forehead and headed for the door. "I'll call you later!"
He closed the door and I fell against the couch, sighing.
Great...I didn't get to tell him how I feel and I'm horny now.