My sexy Boss

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"Another great night," Mason tells me. "I don't know what happened, but ever since you came that night weeks ago, our sales went up at a surprising rate!"

I smile softly and blush a little. "I'm just glad to finally have found a place where I am appreciated," I tell him.

"What do you mean?" Mason asks me. He looks at me with concern in his eyes. 

It has been almost four weeks since I met Mason. I've lived with him ever since the first night. He has been really nice and polite. 

His friends?

Not so much. 

Mason mentioned to them one night after they saw me on stage, that I live with him. They came over the next day and said some vulgar things and made some inappropriate propositions. Most too gross to repeat, even in my mind.  

"It's the reason I 'ran' away." I answer Mason's question.

"Who didn't appreciate you?" Mason asks, taking a step closer to me. 

We're in the backstage area, everyone else already left. I was laying on the couch in the 'sitting area'. There is also a small part of a kitchen against the wall, with a sink and some cupboards and a fridge.

I stand up and walk towards the sink to fill a glass of water. As I turn around, Mason is still standing at his spot near the couch.

"My best friend and boss." I tell him, not wanting to get into any details.

"Your best friend? Did you guys have a fight or something?" Mason asks me.

"Yeah, something like that." 

I set the glass to my lips and take a few gulps. As I bring the glass down, I see Mason staring at me.

"What?" I ask him, laughing a little.

"I'm trying to figure out what kind of job you had before you came here. Seeing as your boss didn't appreciate you either." He chuckles a little.

"I am-" I sigh, "I was a personal trainer."

"So, you're the sporty type?" Mason asks.

I laugh, "Yeah."

Mason also laughs. "I should've known your job had something to do with sport. I mean, your stamina is amazing."

I laugh, but then I look at him with a weird look.

"DANCING! O my god, I meant your stamina when you're dancing!" Mason says, a shocked expression on his face.

I laugh, "Could you imagine us, us, doing it!" 

Mason thinks for a moment and then starts laughing as well, not a fake laugh, a real, honest, funny, deep, kind of sexy, laugh.

Before I know it we're both bend over laughing. I am not paying attention to the glass in my hand and it slips.

It falls to the ground and breaks in pieces. I am still hiccuping from laughing so loud when I kneel to the floor to pick up the pieces.

"Ah, shit." I say, I come back up, holding my wrist. Blood is oozing out of the wound in the middle of my hand.

Mason looks up to me, he was helping me picking up the pieces.

"Alexa, didn't I tell you to be careful!" He says, but I know he isn't mad, he just cares about me.

"I know," I tell him, my voice a little shaky. The cut really hurts.

Mason reaches into a cupboard and takes out a first aid kit. He opens it and tells me to sit on the kitchen counter.

I do as he says and he stands in between my legs. He is really close to me, yet I still feel comfortable. His big, rough hands take my small, delicate one in a soft, yet tight grasp.

He cleans the cut, I wince a little. 

"I'm sorry if it hurts." He tells me.

"No, thank you for helping me." I tell him.

He smiles softly at me, while he continues cleaning the cut. When he is finished cleaning the cut, he puts some bandages on it.

"And doctor, will I survive this?" I ask him in a teasing voice.

He chuckles, "You'll be fine, Alexa."

He moves away from me, putting the first aid kit back into the cupboard he took it from.

"Mason, thank you. I mean it, for everything." I tell him seriously.

He turns to look at me, he walks over to me and pulls me into a hug. His hands resting on my waist. I put my arms around his shoulders, pulling him down so I can rest my head on his shoulder.

"You're welcome, Alexa. You'll always be welcome here."

I put some distance between us, not yet stepping away from his arms and look at his face. I lift my hand and caress his cheek. 

"You're a really good friend, Mason." I tell him.

His face scrunches up and he steps away from me, lifting a hand to his heart.

"I felt that, o my god. I think I'm gonna die, it hurts. Friend-zoned, can't believe I put all that effort in bandaging you up. I should've let you to bleed out." Mason says in fake shock.

I laugh at his reaction.

"Oh come on, you didn't really think I'd kiss you after that, did you?" I ask him.

"Of course not, I'm just messing with you." Mason says. I don't know why, but I believe he is telling the truth.

"Are you gay?" I ask him seriously.

"What? Just because I'm not interested in kissing you or having sex with you, I'm gay?" Mason asks, feeling insulted.

"No..." I say, giving him my sweetest smile.

"I could show you that I'm not gay, but that just grosses me out.

"It's fine, I believe you!" I tell him, laughing.

Mason starts laughing as well.

"Come here," He tells me, opening his arms.

I walk up to him, still laughing a little, and I welcome his embrace. He kisses the top of my head. I smile at the sweet gesture.