5. MASON
MASON
The Reynolds were a strange family. I dealt with a lot of rich, uppity clients, but the Reynolds were among the worst. Everything had to be to certain specifications, and it was only by some miracle that we had a villa that fit their needs. Even as I met them this afternoon, I instantly hated the chaos they were going to bring to this side of the beach.
Mr. Reynolds seemed to cater to his wife, but like in a rollover, do anything for her kind of way. The oldest daughter seemed like she wanted to be anywhere else. The one with the kids from hell wouldn’t stop eye-fucking me, but I wouldn’t touch her with a ten-foot pole. Even if not for the kids, there was just something about her that seemed… off. And the youngest – his fiancé had wandering eyes too. Strangely enough, it wasn’t for me. It was for Mr. Reynolds. I wondered if he knew.
The entire family was a bit of a fucking mess.
Except for the gorgeous woman who seemed a little worse for wear and looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. I couldn’t blame her, what with the family she had been stuck with. But the way she zoned out when I talked – not because she was ogling me – but because she was in her own world, her greenish brown eyes shimmering as they focused on other realities, got under my skin in a way I couldn’t really explain. I couldn’t stop thinking about her as I left the house that morning and hoped I’d meet the skittish young woman at least once more during her stay.
I knew I just needed to fuck something, that this wouldn’t develop any farther than that. I had been burned too many times to count and lost too many things in life to believe that I had any hope of finding my forever. She’d fill the needy, desperate hole in my heart for the time being before she fucked off to whatever rich corner she had come from.
Seven days. That’s all I had.
But when Mr. Reynolds called and mentioned that one of the bathrooms’ vanities was loose, I thought I might have a chance sooner than that. He explicitly mentioned that there wouldn’t be anyone in the house, so I wasn’t expecting to see her here, whiskey on her tongue, her eyes wide as I came back from the quick fix. The dress she had thrown on barely covering her ass, even less as her arm was raised to hold the bottle.
Fuck I wanted to do things to her…
I wanted to kiss those open lips. She mumbled a guttural ‘fuck’, her entire body tense. I was ashamed to admit that that one word went straight to my groin.