I should have known that my princess will get me back. Little vixen surely had me going there for one minute; well, she will pay for her little stunt.
Now, it took her an hour longer to come to save me from my hell, and still, after that, I begged her to finish what she so cruelly started. After much convincing and some seductive kisses at that sweet spot behind her ear, I got exactly what I needed to get me going again.
So, we are finding ourselves standing in the kitchen discussing our next step. She has suggested that we hit her father's warehouse. Well, I can say the girl impresses me, for I would only have taken that afterward.
Mason, on the other hand, is finding this amusing, "Boss, why did you not think of this, or were you too tied up at the moment when your brain was present?"
"Mason, my brain was not present, and you better fucking run before I get behind that counter."
