The girl looked confused.
Mason watched her lick the maple syrup off her lips, trying to quell the urge to undertake that task himself. Watching Ines eat was a test of willpower. Never had the sight of a woman putting food in her mouth evoke such a response from him. It made his brain conjure up all sorts of scenarios, and she was n***d in each one of them.
He shook his head, trying to quell the images in his head. “Last night, Ms. Andrada. What do I owe you?”
“What? Oh.” Color bloomed in her cheeks. She cleared her throat.
Oh, she was good. A professional who was quite convincing at playing the blushing virgin. Interesting. Did her clients hire her for that sort of thing? He could imagine the appeal, but for him, it just added another layer of insincerity to the deal. If anything, it
