Элла Франк - Exquisite

Mason was sitting in his office at the restaurant when Rachel came in with a pile of paper work in her hands.

"I’m assuming that’s for me?"

Smiling she dumped it on the corner of his desk and sat down opposite him. Her black hair was in a high top ponytail today and the red tips swung back and forth freely. Her bright glossy lips stretched into a smile.

"Yep. Receipts and balances from last night boss. You made a killing."

Mason smiled at her as he leaned back in his chair. Rachel had followed in his foot steps and become a Pastry Chef and he’d snatched her up the minute he could get her to stop traveling to globe. She was an amazing artist and that was what she was. A genius with desserts she was fast gaining a reputation as the best in the business. Mason also happened to love making her do menial things, such as chop vegetables to keep her humble, and well because he could.

"We made a killing. You have stakes in this place as well."

Nodding she grinned, looking like a 12 year old instead of 30. She was a free spirit and expressed herself through any means possible, from the food she created to the red tips in her hair. Today she was dressed in black and white checked chef pants and a purple chef jacket Mason had specifically ordered for her.

"So? You going to tell me who you were talking to at the bar last night?"

Mason knew exactly who she was referring to but feigned indifference, "I spoke to a lot of people last night."

"Don't try and be cute with me Mason Langley. The buttoned up suit talking to you while you tried unsuccessfully to charm her."

Mason's mouth dropped open and he blinked at his sister. "How do you know it was unsuccessful?"

"Cause Wendy said the suit called you disgusting."

"Interfering, gossipy women." he mumbled.

"Aww come on Mase. You know you love us."

He raised his left eyebrow and rocked back in his leather chair. "Well Wendy is half right. She doesn't really like me a whole lot at the moment, but I did get her to go on a date with me tonight." he tacked on the end.

"By what, threatening her?"

"No I kind of manipulated her into it." he admitted with a smile tugging the corner of his mouth. Rachel laughed and slapped her palm on her leg.

"Wow, that has to be a first for you right? Usually women throw themselves at your feet."

"It's not quiet that dramatic Rachel."

She tilted her head to the side and looked at him thoughtfully, "Do you forget I had a girl ask me if she could give me her panties to give to you?"

Mason tried, unsuccessfully, not to laugh. "Oh come on that was one time and I think you misjudged her."

"Her panties Mason." she said slowly and loudly, enunciating each syllable, "She couldn't write the name on paper but on the crotch of her panties."

Now he did laugh loudly, "You have to give her credit for creativity."

Rachel screwed her nose up and stood, "No I don't. That's gross." she walked to the door and looked back, "She didn't make it easy for you. I like her already.” then she disappeared out the door. Mason sat in silence and thought, I don't think anything about Lena is going to be easy.

Lena found herself once again sitting in her car at Exquisite. This time however, she knew Shelly wasn't inside to be her buffer. She ran through different scenarios she could use to leave early. Excuses. Her pager could go off, except she wasn't on call. Or maybe her dog got out, except she didn't own a dog. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she opened the door and stepped out into the cool air. It wasn't even the fact that it was him she was going to meet. It was the whole situation she couldn't stand. The false conversation they would have over dinner, the awkward silences, the fake interest he’d show. So she could be what? Lucky number thirty-four? Please, she thought looking around, can't something give me a plausible means of escape? When nothing immediately presented itself Lena trudged inside repeating the phrase, the sooner I arrive the sooner I can leave.

Mason was still in his office when Wendy came to the open doorway grinning. “Guess who just walked in?”

Mason dropped the pen and leaned back stretching his long arms over his head, “I'm going to go out on a limb and guess my date.”

“Yep.” Wendy said popping the P. “And she looks miserable.”

“Now why do you say that like you're enjoying it?” Mason asked as he stood straightening the desk a little. Wendy leaned her shoulder against the frame and crossed a leg in front of the other. “Because I’ve never seen a date of yours turn up in a pants suit ensemble looking as though she just swallowed a lemon.” Whistling low between her lips she tacked on. “Boy she really doesn't want to go on a date with you huh?”

Mason came around the desk and walked right up to her. “I'll have you know,” he paused watching her tilt her head, then he grinned full blown, “You’re exactly right. She's probably out there looking for the fire escape.”

Wendy laughed and rolled her eyes, “Then why’d you ask her out?”

Walking past her to the entrance he answered, “I have no idea.”

Lena saw him the minute he stepped out from behind the huge frosted glass doors at the far end of the restaurant. She remained at the front by the hostess stand, glued to the wall,

as he started to make his way toward her. Tonight he was dressed in the same black slacks, however he had a white buttoned down shirt over them. The sleeves were rolled up mid arm and his watch glimmered as he walked under the lights. His long legs seemed to eat up the distance and before she knew it he was sanding in front of her.

“Ah the lovely Lena.” he said as he moved around the hostess stand.  Lena watched as two of the women who’d been sitting in the waiting area looked up at him and stopped their conversations. She couldn't believe she was standing there preparing to voluntarily eat dinner with him. What on earth had possessed her to do this again? Then he smiled down at her and his damn dimples appeared. Sneaky, she thought knowing he had just answered her question for her. Oh well, no need to be anything other than what she’d been from the start and with that self reminder Lena grimaced a little.

“Save the charm Romeo. I don't want it and I certainly don't need it.”

“Lena I think you're wrong there.” he paused, “If anyone could benefit from some charm it’d be you.”

Lena watched him as he turned to the hostess, trying to decide if the smug bastard had just complimented her or insulted her. She decided it had to be a veiled insult because that’d been their weapon of choice from the very beginning. After conversing with the woman behind the stand he turned back to her and inclined his head a little.

“Well come on through Lena and I’ll show you our table.”

Lena heard one of the ladies behind her sigh and she rolled her eyes at the absurdity of their simpering. Mason caught her look and raised his eyebrows as if to ask, what? As if he didn't know what the two sighing idiots behind her were thinking. She brushed past him muttering, “Oh I bet you're loving this.” She heard him chuckle as he followed her. He led them through the main dining room, over to the frosted double doors then when she stopped he moved around her pushing one of the doors open to the kitchen. He kept it like that with his hip as she raised an eyebrow at him.

“We're eating in the kitchen?”

“No.” he stated and she walked through cautiously watching the bustling activity going on back there. Just remember she told herself, the sooner I arrive the sooner I can leave.

 There were waiters running in and out a door at the far end. Three men behind a stainless steel pass, where a series of grills lined the back wall, were tossing food in fry pans and yelling at each other all the while smiling and going about their business like a well oiled machine. Over in another corner Lena spotted a short lady in a bright purple chef smock and a hot pink bandana. Just then the lady glanced right at them grinned then winked at Mason. Great. Another groupie in our midst, Lena thought looking back up at Mason.

“So if not here, where?”

He walked down the aisle directly in front of him then made a left turn. Lena followed until they finally came to a standstill in a narrow hall. He leaned against the wall facing her as she came to a standstill on the opposite side. She looked at the closed door then back at him. “So we're eating in there?”

He nodded then grinned, “Yep.”

Trying not to look at him as though he was the most idiotic man on the planet she asked. “Let me get this straight. I left my office to come down here and eat dinner in your office?”

Lena stepped back as he pushed himself off the wall and moved toward her. Two steps forward and he was close enough that his shirt brushed the front of hers. She sucked in a quick breath and was now standing with her back pushed up against the wall. Not one to be intimidated she tilted her head up to face him and watched as the left side of his mouth pulled up in a smirk. “Do you ever have anything nice to say?” he asked, his voice dipping down low enough to make Lena’s pulse pick up. She swallowed once trying not to notice the way his tone was slowly melting her resistance.

“What can I say?” she paused, licked her bottom lip, then continued, “You bring out the best in me.”

Leaning down closer to her he moved to the side at the last moment and grabbed the door handle pushing it open. Slowly taking a step back he ushered her inside. When she managed to catch her breath she moved past him and heard him say. “Now why do I doubt that?”

Mason watched as she marched into his office still stiff as a board. For a moment there he’d noticed her eyes widen and her breath catch when he’d moved in a little closer than necessary. He wondered whether it was because she couldn’t stand the thought of him touching her or if it was because she wanted him too touch her. Somehow, he thought looking at her as she stopped in front of his desk then looked back at him with an expression of, well? He concluded it was the former. Just to irritate her further he smiled wide and walked in shutting the door with a definite click as the lock sounded. He noticed her eyes narrow on his hand then she turned back around and took a seat in the chair opposite his. Walking around his desk he sat down as she took inventory of his office. Sure this wasn’t what he’d originally planned. He had only come here to grab his jacket at first. However, when she’d turned on the snotty attitude he’d changed his mind and thought, let the games begin.

“So do you conduct all your first dates in such a formal manner Mason?” she asked bringing her gaze back to rest on him. “Or in here would you prefer it if I call you Mr. Langley?”

Rocking back on his chair Mason laughed and watched her as she put her purse down on the floor. “Oh so you do have a sense of humor hiding somewhere under that suit of armor?”

“I was actually being serious but I think I’ll stick with Langley. Mr implies you’re a gentleman,” she paused, “Suit of armor?”

He looked her over from head to toe. “You know? That outfit designed to deter me from seeing you as a woman. Buttoned up from waist to neck and pants covering any skin available.” he paused then sat forward, “I hate to be the one to break it to you Lena but it does the exact opposite. It just makes me want to know what’s under there and how I can get to it.”

Lena had made a promise to herself that there was no way she would ever sleep with Mason Langley. However, as she sat there with her legs crossed and a desk between them she felt an ache start to form deep down inside. His words, spoken in that deep honeyed tone, slid right under her skin and kept playing on repeat as she stared at him, speechless. As the silence seemed to echo through the small space she realized he was waiting for her to say something. Finally pulling herself together she swallowed trying to moisten her dry throat and instead of acknowledging his seductive comment she blurted out. “I Googled you.”

He sat back bringing his left foot up to rest his ankle on his right knee. “Did you? Well I guess you have me at a disadvantage. I don't even know your last name.”