MASON'S PERSPECTIVE

"Good Day sir!" The bar tender smiled as I approached.

"Hey there Jules. How's the day?" I asked in return with a swagger as I sat down on one of the stools.

"Good. What do you want me to get you?"

"A shot of martini please." I told him.

"The usual." He chuckled. "Shot of martini coming right away." He turned and faced the array of bottles in the vast collection of spirits. His hands were like a pro as he poured the content to a glass.

The glass door opened bringing a gush of wind with a scent that took me by surprise. I looked and was surprised even more to see a guy standing there, somewhat lost. His forehead was creased.

The maitre d' approached him and he smiled. Even though it doesn't reached his eyes, he still looked...beautiful.

Wait. What? Did I just say beautiful? I chuckled with my thoughts as I watched him moved towards a table not far from where I stayed. He was carrying a parchment envelope with a "Merger" labeled on it. Then he must be Sanders' representative.

I don't know why but I cannot seem to take my eyes away from him. He looked so lost and vulnerable but the way he unconsciously bit his lips, make me want to rush over and kiss him.

I closed my eyes. Damn. What has gotten with me? I took the glass handed to me and took a one way gulp.

I fought the urge to stare but the more I resist, the more I wanted to turn my head and fill my eyes. The second glass came and I took it. And this time, I gave in to the urge. I stared back at him, who was at that time, checking his wristwatch.

The way his long lashes move as he blinks, made something in me to stir. Shit! Who is this guy? Damn you Sanders, why don't you go here yourself and not send this so good looking person?

I guess I'm gay for this guy.

I chuckled as I stared at him again. He opened the envelope and took one of the folders. He skimmed the pages and goodness, why does he have to bite that lip?

Then after he flipped one page, he unconsciously tuck his bangs back. Damn. From here, I could smell his lavender perfume.

"Is the martini strong enough sir?" Jules said that took me from my silent reverie.

"Why do you say so?" I ask with a smile.

"Your knuckles are turning white in your fist sir." He said.

I looked at my hand and was surprised that it was indeed curled in fist. And I realized, I was holding my breath as I watched him. I shook my head but a smile is forming in my lips.

Now I'm intrigued. Who is this guy who could take my breath and made me feel this way?

I stared at my groin. Damn, he's awake.

I stared back at the guy who is undeniably furious now. His eyes keep on staring at his wristwatch. His one brow is slightly raised. I chuckled. He must have thought I didn't arrive.

Well, time to move.

I called for a waiter and told him to bring a capuccino for the guy. I scribbled a note and handed it to the waiter so he could give it with the cup.

I took another glass of martini as I watched his expression changed when the capuccino arrived.

"I didn't order this." He said, confused. But ugh, his voice is so sensual. How would it feel to hear him moan my name?

And I could feel a smile creeping at my lips. Then his eyes landed on me. Such a beauty.

"Why didn't you drink your coffee?" I asked him after I reached his table. He looked up and I fought the urge to smile even more. He was more beautiful up close. And those lashes, I want to feel them against my cheek, my chest and my lips.

I want to kiss him. Damn.

He just stared at me, unfortunately. But it made me even more amused. I extended my hand. "I'm Mason by the way, what's your name?" I asked in a most swagger way.

He just stared at my hand and then back at my face again. The way his ominous aquamarine eyes looked at me, the little me is starting to bulge.

But to my surprise, he turned around and started walking. Wait! Mason, do something!

"Ouch. That's two rejection from you. You know I'm not used to being rejected." Damn, is that all you could do?

But thankfully, he turned back and faced me. Even though he's furious, I cannot deny the fact that I'm happy because of it.

"...Like who are you?" He snapped. I wasn't able to hear what he said first.

"I told you, I'm Mason." I said but he just walked. And I saw his envelope.

I smiled. "Don't you want me to sign those papers?"

Hah! That made him stopped and he slowly turned again. And I swear, I could smell his scent. But what's amusing was his expression. He was embarrassed as his face turned crimson.

I wanted to pull him and imprison him inside my arms. He is just so innocent, so sweet, cute and beautiful...the list could go on.

"Who are you?" He asked suspiciously.

I extended my hand again. "I'm Mason Lewis, now shall we go back to the table and talked about it?"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Damn, he's making me crazy with his every action.

He walked toward the table and I silently followed.

I'm gonna make you mine.

DARRYL'S PERSPECTIVE

I sat down on the chair, silently scolding myself for that embarrassment. I am an idiot!

"I'm sorry about that sir." I apologized.

He chuckled. And to tell you honestly, he is so irritating. He always smiles. Duh.

"That will be okay if..." He trailed off

"If?" I asked.

"If you'll tell me your name." He said.

"Oh, my bad. I am Darryl McKinley sir, assistant" Am I still? "Assistant to Mr. Blue Sanders." I said.

"Darryl..." He said, as if my name is something.

"Uhm. Could we get on with the business?" I asked as I took out the papers. "Mr. Sanders said that everything is already set and all that is needed is your signature." I explained and when I looked at him, I met his gaze.

What is wrong with this person?

"Uh, sir?" I asked.

He snapped. "Oh. Yes I get that." He said as he took a pen out of his pocket.

He signed the signatories required.

Mason William Lewis

Nice name.

"There." He said when he's done. I took the papers and reviewed it.

"Thank you." I said as I put them back inside the envelope. I was about to go when he took a hold of my hand that surprised me.

"You didn't drink your capuccino." He said.

"Thank you but I don't drink coffee at this hour." I told him and pulled my hand off.

"You really are rejecting me, aren't you? You know I only do this once in a while and you are shrugging me off." He said.

What the? "Sir, I really don't drink-"

"Well, can I take you to dinner then?" He asked.

What?

"I'm not sure I can do that. I still have to ask my boss-"

"Well, I'll ask him for you if you want," he cut me off and took his phone to dial.

"Wait." I panicked. Blue shouldn't know about this. And anyway he's with Claire and I'll just die in jealousy with the both of them eating sweetly together in front of me.

A lump on my throat starts to form again as I remembered the scenes. Hush Darryl!

I took a deep breath as I weigh the consequences. If I stay at the house, I will just kill myself. If I go with him, I might be able to enjoy, besides the dinner is free.

But can he be trusted? I looked at him. His face is anticipating. He has succulent brown eyes. And since Blue trusted him, then he must be trustworthy.

"Okay. I'll go." I told him.

"Well, how about tonight? I'll mee.t you."

"No, I'll meet you myself." I told him.

"Okay then. Give me your number." He said.

I typed my number on his phone and gave it back to him.

"Can I take a picture of you for contacts purposes?" He asked.

"Sure." I told him and prepared for a photo.

"Could you smile a little?" He asked.

Ugh. I'm not in the mood to smile.

I nodded and smiled.

beep.

"You know, you look better with a smile.." He said and ran his right thumb under his slightly bearded chin.

The f? I closed my lips from the smile and I could feel the blood rushing up my face. Dang, I hate compliments.

'You hate compliments because Blue used to compliment you.' And my subconscious strikes back.

"No. I don't." I said and started to walk away.

"Well, I could drive you to the tower if you want." He offered.

"No thanks. But I can manage." I said and sped out of the restaurant.

MASON'S PERSPECTIVE

I watched him walk out the door.

So soon Darryl, so soon.

I sighed as I sat back on the chair. I can't take him out of my mind.

Darryl McKinley. His name is ringing inside my head.

I called my IT consultant. "Greg? Could you please do a search on Darryl McKinley."

"Yes sir."

I hung up.

I went out and headed straight to my car. I stared at my groin. Damn Darryl, how did you made this so angry? I never thought I swing this way. This is the first time that I felt this way towards a man.

Well he certainly is gay but damn, he's beautiful. I could spend an eternity admiring his innocent beauty.

And flashes of his images invaded my mind and my little me pulsated in its cage. Shit! It's making a large tent.

I paid the bill first and headed to my car. Destination? My condo. Because my pet needs an attention.