Ella squinted her eyes and sneered at Mason, "Mason, don't flatter yourself! I'd rather turn into a lesbian than ever be interested in someone like you!"
Mason, unfazed, smirked flirtatiously, "Ella, are you just trying to get under my skin? What kind of 'someone like me' do you mean? Either way, I've already become your dream guy, haven't I?"
Ella was speechless!
She bent down, trying to slip away from him, but Mason suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist. "Eric's on a business trip, aren't you lonely? How about tonight…"
Ella's face darkened with anger, and she raised her hand to slap him. But Mason, not being foolish, swiftly caught her wrist.
Their position was strange—almost as if they were dancing in the women's restroom.
As their bodies pressed together, Ella became even more furious.
"Mason, get lost!"
