“Sounds good. We can’t wait to see you again.” I waved as they walked out the door.
I slumped in the chair. I was a terrible sales person.
“Pretty girl like you shouldn’t look so unhappy.” Mason strolled into the office.
My mood shifted from bad to worse.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to be here.” I thought about calling Grey, but he was somewhere on top of a roof right now. He wasn’t going to take my call.
I noticed Mason had shaved his scruffy jawline, and his eyes looked even brighter and bluer than yesterday. I turned my attention to the spreadsheet I had pulled up on my screen, trying to ignore that he had made himself at home in front of the desk.
“So, Eden. What’s your real position here?”
I didn’t like the way he said it, and I was having a hard time ignoring the sexy tone in his voice.
“I don’t know what you mean. You’ve seen my business card.” I eyed him. Could this guy, who was practically the same age as Grey, be his uncle? It was completely surreal.
Mason surveyed the room. “I seriously doubt you are getting paid to run the desk here. Girl like you has to have something else invested.”
“Are you asking about my personal relationship with Grey?” It didn’t seem like it was any of his damn business if Grey and I were a couple.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m asking.” He smiled warmly.
I hesitated. I remembered what Grey said last night about Mason having an angle. I wish I knew what it was. Right now, the only thing he seemed interested in was making sure I knew he was flirting with me.
“Come on, Eden. What’s your story?” He winked.
The truth was bound to come out. It wasn’t like Grey and I kept our relationship a secret. I couldn’t think of a way he could use it against Grey, and I needed him to stop the flirting.
“We’re together.”
He chuckled. “I thought so. You’d have to be in love to stay in a dump like this.”
“It’s not a dump.” I had always been defensive about the Palm.
“Sweetheart, have you seen the place? I know love is blind, but that’s pure crazy.”
“I love the Palm. And, yes, I’ve seen it. I’ve stayed in it. I hosted one of the biggest island parties here. It has history. It has charm. It—” My voice was rising and I knew my cheeks were turning red. Mason had me fired up.
“It what?” He seemed to enjoy challenging me.
I leaned against the desk. “It belongs to Grey.” My enthusiasm became a little too animated and I tipped my coffee over, spilling the beverage all over the desk and the reservation book.
I scrambled to pick up my laptop before the liquid spread under it.
“Let me help you.” Mason tried to shake out the reservation book.
What was it with me and coffee drinks? I held the laptop up and watched with horror as the coffee dripped from the corner. It had seeped farther along the desk than I realized.
“Can you grab some towels in the back supply closet?” I nodded in the direction of the shelves. I didn’t want to risk moving the laptop before I could sop up some of the coffee.
He jogged to the back and returned with an armful of towels. “Do you think this is enough?”
If ten towels couldn’t soak up one cup of coffee, we had the wrong kind of towels in stock.
I nodded as he started the task of wiping up the spill.
“Can you get the bottom of the computer first?” I held it forward.
Mason wedged himself between the desk and me, giving him a better angle to clean my most prized office possession.
I could smell his cologne over the vanilla creamer I used. I was acutely aware he was in my space, but I focused on the cleanup process.
“I have to admit this is a first.” He laughed.
“What’s that?” I watched as he ran a clean towel over the keyboard. It didn’t appear any of the keys were wet.
“A girl spilling something just to get out of a conversation.” He winked then turned his attention to the drip that had started running down my thigh. He patted my knee, and then worked up toward the hem of my shorts.
Before I could tell him I could handle that part of the spill, the door opened and in walked Grey. I looked up and recognized the look on his face. I saw the same one the night of the luau when he thought I was still dating Brett. Shit.
I wiggled two steps back as fast as I could, as if suddenly Mason was holding matches trying to light me on fire.
“What in the hell is going on?” Grey demanded.
“I spilled my coffee.” I raised the computer. “But the computer is fine.” I looked for a place I could set it safely.
“That’s not what I meant.”
The office suddenly seemed small with the two broad-shouldered men standing side by side. Seeing them next to each other, the family resemblance was uncanny.
“You must be Grey, my nephew.” Mason extended his hand. “Uncle Mason.”