MASON'S POV
The meeting room is dark, so dark and I like it. Through the little illumination we got from the other end of the hall, I watched her sit. Now I'm in front of her, holding the card that led her here.
Staring at her like this with the distance of me standing and her sitting plus the way she's trembling is doing things to me. Things that make me remember our unfinished business in the dressing room back stage. The day she modelled.
She didn't stand, one hand on the seat handle, other resting on her thighs as she eye my finger. I scoff. "What's wrong? c**k got your legs?" I use her phrase against her when she didn't make an attempt to reach for it, but switching a word or two won't hurt. Her body tensed and her sealed toes play with one another. Emily finally stood, hands str
