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I. I wondered, should I lie and say 'oh it's my twenty-fifth
birthday'? Before I could wager lying about my age against the
truth and what the advantages could be, his eyes mesmerized me with
a look, and he spoke up with a teasing flirtatious voice.
    "Let me guess." He joked with me as his eyes
traveled across my body again. "Twenty-six?"
    "Thirty." I practically blurted out. So much
for keeping him guessing or making him think I was younger.
    "Thirty? I never would have guessed. You look
much younger." He smiled and took a step forward putting himself
right in my space. "Mason Montahue, by the way." He put his hand
out to offer a handshake, and I blurted out.
    "My birthday, real birthday that is, isn't
until this Wednesday. It was just a family thing." Then I grabbed
his hand, shook it super-fast, and let go. I was officially all
twitterpated over a man whom I had seen naked, and now that he was
right in front of me, the sexual dial a meter had shot way past
overloaded. I had no dignity left to my game. I was smitten, and
flustered; I was not sure how all this might play out.
    "Nice to meet you Amber Jones. I'm the new
superintendent for these buildings for the next six months. That
is, until I can prove to my father that I know what it takes to be
on the inside running things."
    "Your father? Montahue Properties. The
Montahue Properties that has billboards all over the city and
manages, like, hundreds of properties. That Montahue?" I was in
awe.
    "One in the same. My family has run this
business since before I was born. I got my degree and managed a few
buildings but my dad said as soon as I turn thirty, he would
consider me for a CEO position. I've got a year to go, but had to
take this position for six months. I guess he wanted me to show him
I am still good with my hands." He said good with hands like it was
a sexual connotation, or perhaps, I just took it that way.
    Then it dawned on me. I had never said my
name. I wasn't thinking stalker or creep, but more like he already
knew the tenant's names. I turned my head sideways, looked away
from his sexually compelling eyes, then looked back, and spoke up
with a note of seriousness. "Mason? How did you know my name?"
    He chuckled and then reached up and touched
my face, putting a loose strand of hair behind my ears as he looked
into my eyes. "You got called on last night. From your neighbors.
Apparently, your singing hit a high note and a few thought you were
getting killed. They called me, asking me to call the cops, but
since I already had a front-row view of what was really going on...
well, by the time I made it over to your apartment, you were
already passed out on your bed."
    "My bed. Naked? Or was I still dressed?" My
eyes were so wide and with a full on straight stare as if that
would make a difference to his answer.
    "Naked." He said it so casually. Then what he
did next sent me into a permanent tailspin of chaos. He pulled my
head up to his with his fingers under my chin. I watched his lips
open slightly as he lowered his head down to mine, I watched his
eyes soften, and then he kissed me. No tongue or pervert kiss
either, just a soft sensual kiss that sent me into overload. When
he pulled back and stood before me, a few solid muscular inches
taller than me, his presence in the decent size laundry room just
took up the entire room.
    "Happy Birthday Amber." His voice held a
sultry sound to it as his eyes were lit up like a Christmas tree.
"I hope you get your wish." Then he walked right past me and out of
the room leaving me there in my own cyclonic tailspin.

Chapter Four
    My fingers could not have
texted Marion any faster. I got in a few minor details before I
forgot I still needed to apologize for my outlandish drunk birthday
behavior. So my fifth text simply read, 'By the way. I am so
sorry. Your suckie BFF.' I knew she would forgive me. I was
known for these short outbursts of crazy. She had a few of her own
over the years. We always forgave each other, and