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against him, protesting, but he kept driving into her. Dana began to tremble, torn between running to her room and running to get help. But she couldn’t believe that Mason … that he would …
    Mason pounded Maria against the wall, again and again. Her cries filled the room, but confusion spiraled through Dana as she realized that Maria’s face was contorted in pleasure, not distress.
    “I’m going to come,” Maria whimpered.
    Mason thrust harder and faster, and Maria wailed loudly.
    “Fuck,” he groaned, then drove her hard against the wall, pinning her there as his body shuddered.
    Dana stood there, trembling. Oh, God, she couldn’t believe what she’d just seen. Mason wasn’t the kind of man to take a woman against her will. And rather than looking upset or panicked as Mason drew back, Maria smiled with a smug look of satisfaction on her face.
    Dana didn’t understand any of this.
    Mason straightened his clothes and stepped back.
    “Your break must be over by now,” he said in a dismissive tone. Then he turned toward the door.
    Oh, God, she couldn’t let him see her. Dana raced up the stairs, already hearing Mason’s footsteps in the hallway. She hurried along the upstairs hall to her door, her heart pounding. As she tapped in the combination to her door, her heart stopped as she realized he was on the stairs now. She got the last number wrong and it didn’t unlock.
    Oh, God, he was getting closer. He would soon be at the top of the staircase, then he’d see her.
    She jabbed in the combination again and this time, the door unlocked and she slipped inside, tugging her full skirt in with her. She closed the door quietly behind her, then leaned against it, trying to catch her breath. Seconds later, his footsteps passed by her door.
    She didn’t think he’d seen her, but she waited there, praying he wouldn’t knock on her door and demand she confess to spying on him.
    Thankfully, she heard the thump of his door closing and she released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
    Finally, she calmed down enough to move, her legs still shaky. She dropped her pretty pink sequined shoes on the floor by her closet, then slumped onto the bed. Tears welled up in her eyes. Not only had her dream of finally confessing her love for Mason been stymied, but she’d seen him with another woman. A full-grown woman.
    She’d been a fool to think Mason might be attracted to her. She was foolish and immature. He wanted a woman, not some naïve teenager.
    She’d thought the evidence of his attraction to her when she’d kissed him had meant something, but it had just been a natural male reaction to a female body close to his. As soon as Dana had left the house, he’d found someone to relieve that tension.
    She realized now that he’d never been attracted to her and she had been a fool to think otherwise.
    Her heart ached and her tears flowed freely. The pain was almost unbearable. She sobbed, wondering if she would ever recover from this dreadful agony. Moonlight washed across her cheek and she turned her face and buried it into the pillow.
    Eventually she fell asleep, wondering how she would face Mason tomorrow.
    *   *   *
    Present Day
     
    Dana stared at Mason, her stomach clenched at his stormy eyes.
    “Why are you wearing that?” he asked her through gritted teeth. He almost seemed angry with her.
    “Well, it was this or a little black dress with pearls and I didn’t think you wanted to take out my mother.”
    “I told you I would have bought you a new dress.”
    She pursed her lips. “I know, and I appreciate that.” She smoothed her hands down the side of the full skirt. “You’re very generous. But I told you I’m not comfortable with you buying me things.”
    His hard gaze was still locked on her face.
    She took his hand, loving the feel of his strong fingers within the grip of hers. “I thought you liked this dress,” she murmured, longing for the look of adoration she had seen