Hera pov
My lips curl upwards in a smile.
" Are you accusing me?" I ask and Mason Chuckles, his deep rich masculine voice brushing against my skin like silk.
" I don't know Hera. That's why I am asking you." He answers.
I tilt my head. He definately knows I kissed him to irk that b***h Fiona.
" I don't like being threatened." I reply, my fingers grazing his well trimmed beard. " She happened to warn me to stay away from you so I wanted to know what would become of me if I didn't." I smile, my eyes twinkling mischievously.
He laughs, his eyes shining with mirth.
" You are defiant. I like it." Mason whispers seductively.
" Careful what you wish for. I am not a biker but I am not a good girl either." I caution him. Mason grins at me, " I like them bad, Hera." He whispers, leaning
