Twenty-Four Hours by Allie Standifer Page A

breaking out of this joint. Can you call up the car service and get the driver to come up here? Make him pose as my lover or a relative, or whatever the hell works best.” She tamped down her irritation at the situation. “Tell him it’s worth a big tip.”
    “Are you nuts?”
    She could picture him sitting at his desk, fingers running through his long honey-streaked brown hair while his hazel eyes narrowed in frustrated anger. Tight jeans would mold his rock-hard ass while gently conforming to the bulge between his thighs. At six foot two his body looked like a hungry woman’s buffet. One she’d been licking her lips over repeatedly in the six years since hiring him.
    Shoving her lust aside, caused her voice to come out lower than she liked. “I want out of this place. And this damn paper gown.”
    At once his voice grew husky. “Hmm, I bet it’s open all the way down to your tight ass, huh? Wish I could see it.”
    “Sure, Mason, keep the dream alive and all that. Now can you get me out of here or what?”
    Her assistant frequently made flirtatiously seductive comments, but Courtney knew better than to take them seriously. Twenty-eight-year-old Mason liked to tease and she couldn’t fault him for it, but damn it some days he was too hot to ignore. She’d scare the crap out of the poor boy if she ever took him up on his teasing offers.
    All the rumors about a woman’s sexual drive speeding up after forty were dead accurate. Courtney couldn’t believe some of the fantasies she’d had about her young employee. Things she doubted she’d ever let a man be aware of much less try on her.
    “Court, are you even listening to me?” Mason’s irritated voice doused her fantasies in cold water.
    “Of course I’m not listening to you. All you ever do is nag me. Look.” She took a deep breath as a headache blossomed behind her left eye. “I need out of here. I don’t care what you do or how you do it. Just get me out of here. Got it?”
    When his answer came in what felt like an eternity later, shivers raced down her spine. “Whatever I have to do. I got it.”
    Oh no. Something told her Mason was taking more initiative than she felt comfortable with. “Wait, Mace, tell me what—”
    “Sorry, got to go. Plans to make and all that.” With a quiet click their connection broke.
    Courtney sat on the rough sheets of her hospital bed wondering what the hell she’d set loose.
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    Mason set the phone back gently in its cradle, his movements precise despite the hum of excitement that pounded through his veins.
    Finally , his mind and body cried out in pleasure. He’d finally have his chance to seduce his lovely boss. After waiting for so many years he could hardly believe the opportunity had dropped in his lap this easily. Sitting up in his leather executive chair, he rubbed his large work-roughened hands together. She might not know it, but Courtney Museo’s tight pussy would be riding his cock before the next twenty-four hours passed.
    Subtly reaching down to adjust his growing erection, Mason thought of all the dreams and fantasies he’d had about his boss. Most people would like to think women of Courtney's age lost their sexual needs, but Mason knew better. He’d seen the need burning in her eyes when she thought he wasn’t looking. A need he desperately wanted to fill. Instead she brushed aside his teasing comments, laughed at his come-ons and dismissed his passionate promises.
    Not anymore , he thought, closing up his computer and locking his desk for the weekend. Courtney needed him. She might not know it yet, but she would before the next twenty-four hours had passed. Mason wouldn’t stop fucking her until she did. Until she screamed his name and promised to belong to him and only him. As he swung by the H.R. department on his way out, he couldn’t stop the wide grin of anticipation from spreading across his mouth.
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    “Dr. May, I assure you there is no reason to keep me here