That impish grin gets to me, and I can’t help but smile back. “You’re an ass,” I mutter, starting to remember why I punched him in the first place. “I’m more than just my ass.” He fakes a pout. “Don’t objectify me, Karli. It’s not polite,” he chides. I make an audible sound of frustration in my throat. This man annoys me about as much as he turns me on. Looking smug and very satisfied with himself, Mason rises from the table. “See you at home, roomie.”
