Fantasies

I was lounging in my motel room, pressing the cute button phone my friend Ronnie had given me when I heard a knock on the door. Since I had found Mr Waters at the door the previous day, I didn’t rush to open the door, thinking he was back. That old geezer couldn’t take a hint.

“Who’s there?” I asked, drawing close to the door.

“Mason Steel,” a cool and collected voice said. I gave myself a few seconds before opening the door.

“H…hi,” I said, my heart racing. My lips parted as I took in the sight in front of me. All 6 foot of Mason Steele stood on the other side of the door. My eyes moved from his breathtaking face to his large arms that were obscenely straining against the sleeves of his white shirt. The man was holding a bouquet of red roses.

He smiled at me. “I’m very sorry for showing up unexpected but I couldn’t find a way to contact you.” He held out the flowers. “Here, these are for you.”

I wanted to take the flowers but my hands didn’t move. One was holding the door while the