Dr. Pretty Boy’s record-breaking rejection is messing with my head. More aptly put, Mason is messing with my head. Okay, yes. I’m the one who initiated the bedroom shenanigans that went down the other night. But he flirted with me first. Hell, he was all over me in the kitchen a few mornings earlier when I was making my breakfast smoothie. And he’d been flashing me that sneaky dimpled smile at the clinic all week. And he’s the one who snuck in on me in the bathroom and then ate my pussy on the kitchen counter like a homemade dinner…
