Mason's POV

She was poised, answering every question with ease. Her voice was smooth like jazz but I wasn’t really listening. My mind was back on the way she moaned my name like a hymn, how her nails dug into my back like she was trying to own me.

The interview ended in ten minutes. I dismissed her with a thank you and a professional nod. The rest of the applicants came in but all I heard after Cassidy's interview was static. A blur of faces and names I couldn’t repeat even if my life ...