Ambrosia by Erin Noelle Page A

chest, but her hands were on him and he was doing nothing to remove them. Because of how we were positioned, he couldn’t see me unless I stepped out from behind the stacked amps, so I stood there watching them. My stomach hardened into a rock and my face was on fire.
    She was absolutely stunning, dressed in a solid black, skin tight dress that showed off all of her assets. Her heels must’ve been four or five inches tall which accented her already mile long legs. Her strawberry blonde hair was pinned up stylishly and her face was flawless. She rubbed her palm across his cheek and when he didn’t move, she grabbed his chin and yanked his head in her direction. She pulled his face to hers and traced his lips with her tongue until she reached his lip ring, where she sucked on it. Again, he had no reaction ~ he didn’t try to touch her or kiss her, nor did he try to stop her; his arms remained locked in front of his broad chest. Her hands traveled down his chest and when she reached the bottom of his shirt, she lifted it up slightly and stuck her fingertips inside the waist of his jeans. I decided I had seen enough. I had two choices ~ I could either confront the situation or I could run away again. Uniting all of my inner strength and courage, I stepped out from behind my cover. I took two steps in their direction when Mason saw me. His eyes doubled in size and he immediately pushed her away from him. He made a beeline towards me, ignoring her yelling after him. He reached me in a matter of seconds and grabbed both of my arms and looked me directly in the eye.
    “Angel, it’s not what it looks like. I promise I can explain.”
    You have got to be kidding me.

    MASON
    What the fuck? I could not believe that Scarlett picked that moment of all fucking moments to walk in and see me. I had planned on telling her about Bentley and I had planned on telling Bentley about Scarlett, but I just hadn’t had a chance. I didn’t want to ruin mine and Scarlett’s first weekend together by telling her the entire story and it wasn’t something I wanted to do over the phone, so I had planned on explaining everything to her the next time we had time to talk. And I was definitely going to tell Bentley that she needed to back off, whatever thing we had going was over now that Angel was back. But because I had been ignoring her calls and texts all week, she took a two-day break from the VanderBlue tour to come and check on me. Fucking awesome. I had told her I wasn’t in the mood to fuck around when she showed up unannounced earlier in the night, but she just kept at it… trying to touch and kiss me. I thought she would get the picture when I refused to touch or kiss her back, but instead of discouraging her, it gave her a night’s mission. And the more she drank, the more aggressive she became.
    When I reached Scarlett, her eyes told me that I was losing her quickly and I better do something or our reunion was going to be short-lived.
    “Angel, it’s not what it looks like. I promise I can explain.” I cringed as I heard the lame words come out of my mouth.
    “Rat, what in the fuck is your problem?” Bentley’s voice was fast approaching. I turned around so that I would be standing in between her and Scarlett.
    “Bentley, like I’ve told you all night, I. Am. Not. Interested.” She needed to understand the warning in my voice. She could be a brutal bitch and if she said one fucking thing to or about Scarlett, I would lose my shit on her.
    “Who are you hiding there Rat?” She asked trying to get a good look at Scarlett. “ Aww , did Ratboy get him a little fangirl to kiss his feet and suck his dick on command?”
    “Stop. Right Fucking Now.” I had never before in my life wanted to hit a woman, but in that moment, I wanted to slap the shit out of her.
    Surprisingly, Scarlett stepped out from behind me and grabbed my hand. “You heard him. He said to leave him alone. He’s not interested.” I could tell by her voice that