Chapter 30

• As they rode to a jazz club in the Village where the cocktail party was being held, Mason was silent and moody. He continued getting longing looks from Lisa, and he could see the anxiety in her eyes, but he couldn't bring himself to comfort her. Why could he? He was deranged. He lost control of himself every single time they were together. He couldn’t help it. The girl drove him mad. He longed always to control her, although he knew he was always hurting her in the process.
• He was powerless to resist. How little control he exercised around her embarrassed him. He had never acted so recklessly around a lady before. He was always precise in his acts and responses. With Lisa, he had none of the calm and distance that had been a part of his life since he was a teenager.
• He’d also been furious over the other employees’ lack of respect shown to Lisa in the office, but he was a huge hypocrite. He’d shown her a far greater lack of respect by treating her like the whore they said she was. Not that he ever thought about her in that way, not even once. His actions, however, had not yet matched his thoughts. He didn't give a dang that he wanted to slow down and not overwhelm her right away because his dick was doing all of his thinking for him. His dick yearned for more. His tongue and hands yearned for more. His obsession with her was insatiable and hadn't yet shown any signs of dying down. If anything, it increased every time he made love to her.