Fake Heiress Real Trouble (Sienna) novel Chapter 152

Mason’s low, magnetic voice was so close, it practically brushed against Sienna’s ear, making it feel like he was murmuring to her in secret.

Mason’s words carried an unmistakable trace of tender affection, soft and lingering.

But Sienna felt uneasy and subtly leaned away, putting a little space between her and the closeness that threatened to surround her.

Then, expressionless, she pointed at the nearby display rack. “What does this mean?”

“These are some clothes for you to change into,” Mason said with a smile, his eyes lingering on her dripping hair. “I noticed you didn’t bring any luggage, so I had some new outfits prepared for you.”

Sienna stared at the mountain of clothes in front of her, speechless. This is enough to open a whole clothing store, she thought. “I actually packed a change of clothes in my bag. And even if I didn’t, you really didn’t have to go this overboard. I’m only staying for a few days, at most,” she said.

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you like them,” Mason replied, not exactly thrilled to hear her say “a few days.” “If you don’t like these, I can have someone customize a whole new batch for you right now.”

Sienna quickly cut him off. “I like them. This is more than enough.”

Mason flashed a brilliant smile. “Perfect. Hang onto them, wear them whenever you like. Or if you want, I can send them over to the Cooper family for you–you can rock them at home too.”

He paused, a glimmer of starlight shimmering in his deep eyes, so enchanting it was almost spellbinding.

“Or…” Mason stretched the word out, voice lazy and smooth as velvet, loaded with intimacy and just a hint of teasing.

“Or just leave them here. Whenever we feel like sneaking off for a little escape, we’ll always have this place waiting for us.”

At that, Sienna was left speechless.

‘Who said I wanted to shack up with him?‘ she grumbled inwardly.

What even is our relationship, anyway?

“This guy…could he be any more presumptuous?‘ Sienna thought.

‘And besides, there are already enough clothes to fill a whole walk–in closet back at the Cooper family’s place–where am I supposed to put all this new stuff?‘ Sienna wondered inwardly.

She thought about that massive walk–in closet at the Cooper family’s house, totally packed with Yara Bloom’s clothes and bags, then looked at the display racks dominating half the living room right now.

‘So that’s how all my stash gets totally cleaned out, Sienna mused.

‘And when it’s all said and done, it just circles right back to me.

The clothes end up being mine, and the money lands right in my wallet,’ she contemplated.

Just as she was lost in thought, Mason’s long, elegant fingers suddenly caught a strand of her damp hair.

His fingertips brushed lightly against the side of her neck, sending a faint, ticklish sensation through her.

Sienna’s long lashes suddenly fluttered, and she turned her head to look at him.

What she saw was Mason’s cool–toned, slender fingers gently winding around her hair.

The contrast between his fair skin and her dark hair was strikingly eye–catching.

She zoned out for a moment, caught off guard.

“Why didn’t you blow dry your hair after washing it?” Mason murmured right next to her ear, his low, raspy voice filled with unspoken care.

Sienna’s lashes fluttered as she shyly turned away from his touch. “I’m just being lazy–it’ll air dry soon anyway.”

Before Sienna could object, Mason reached for her wrist and guided her straight down onto the couch, taking charge without a second thought.

He shot Anne a look. “Bring me the hair dryer.”

Anne quickly brought over the hair dryer.

Seeing Mason get ready with the hair dryer, looking all set to blow–dry her hair himself, Sienna felt her cheeks grow hot- this was way too much.

Suddenly, flashes of last night popped straight into her head.

That sly fox with the bathrobe pulled out his signature moves to mess with her.

‘If he gets any closer…‘ she thought, feeling her heart race.

‘Especially with Ben and Anne right there, I’d totally lose face,‘ Sienna groaned inwardly.

Sienna instantly blurted out, flustered, “Let me do it myself.”

“Sit still–unless you’re looking to mess up your hand for good?” Mason leaned closer, his tall figure dominating the space as he firmly pressed her shoulder. “Your hand’s already injured, you worked nonstop yesterday. Give it a break–I’ll handle this for you.”

Before Sienna could say anything, Mason had already switched on the hair dryer, setting it to the warm level.

He checked the temperature with his hand first, then, satisfied, aimed the dryer carefully at her hair.

Sienna felt the gentle warmth of the air brushing against her scalp.

Moments later, Mason’s fingers threaded slowly through her hair.

Sienna could acutely sense the warm air and the way his long fingers gently massaged her scalp.

His touch was incredibly light, impossibly gentle.

As his fingertips moved between her strands, a tingling heat spread across her scalp, making her heart race for no reason at

all.

A shivery tingle buzzed from her scalp, spreading all the way down her body.

Even her heart wasn’t spared–it tingled right along with the rest of her.

The ticklish sensation was almost too much, making her feel all sorts of restless.

He was right there, so close she could practically feel him crowding her space.

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His cedar scent–intense and just a little bit possessive–blended with the warm rush of air, wrapping her up, leaving her feeling completely surrounded by him.

As Mason shifted the direction of the hair dryer, Sienna couldn’t help but sneak a glance at him.

She peeked up at him before she could even realize it.

He was leaning in, with the top two buttons of his shirt always undone, giving him that effortlessly casual vibe.

The smooth, defined lines of his chest that she’d gotten an eyeful of yesterday hit her all over again–impossible to ignore.

The allure of his collarbone and everything above it was just way too much.

His Adam’s apple moved up and down in her gaze, so blatant it felt almost like a deliberate temptation.

t was like he was seducing her, his every move just begging for attention.

Sienna’s heart gave a wild, involuntary jump.

she forced herself to keep a straight face, stubbornly shifting her eyes to focus on the couch’s fabric, doing her best to calm her own breathing.

3ut the blissful sensations on her scalp, mixed with the cedar scent that wrapped thick around her, made the very air feel lot and heavy–impossibly close, almost stifling.

Meanwhile, Ben and Anne were busy organizing clothes on the display racks, but every now and then, they couldn’t help neaking glances at the couch.

Shock was written all over their faces–their eyes wide, mouths almost hanging open.

Mr. Mason actually cooked for someone… Both of them could hardly believe it.

That alone was already unheard of in their books.

After so many years working for him, when had they ever seen Mason step into the kitchen, let alone get his hands dirty?

And now… Mason was over here, personally blow–drying Miss Cooper’s hair with his own hands–totally unprompted, like it was second nature to him.

He moved with this unbelievable tenderness, as if she were some rare treasure he was afraid to even breathe on too hard.

The whole scene was honestly jaw–dropping–out of this world.

If Sherwood caught sight of this, he’d probably flip out from pure excitement.

Everyone in the Brown household had been gossiping for ages–was Mason really not interested in women? Maybe he was into guys instead?

After all, the young lady from the Cooper family, Amanda, who was both beautiful and accomplished, had constantly vied for Mason’s attention, only to be met with his consistent indifference.

But seeing him like this now….

‘So it’s not that he doesn’t like women at all.

‘It’s just that he had never met the right girl before!‘ they realized.

Everyone could see it now–Miss Cooper was totally locked in as our future Mrs. Brown. There was no way around it they thought.

Seven minutes later, Mason switched off the hair dryer, but his long fingers were still threaded through her hair, gently running them through her strands.

He carefully worked through each lock, not rushing at all.

Even when every strand was soft and dry, he still seemed reluctant to let go.

He twirled one last strand of Sienna’s hair around his finger, then let go like nothing had happened. “Alright, let’s eat,” he said.

Sienna jumped up, moving quickly toward the dining room. “Let’s eat,” she said, trying to play it cool.

But her brisk pace just made it all the more obvious that she was desperate to cover up her flustered state.

It was as if she were desperate to flee the intimate atmosphere that had just enveloped her.

Mason watched her rush off, a playful sparkle lighting up his eyes as he gave a knowing, mischievous grin.

Then, with those long, relaxed strides, he lazily trailed after her, clearly in no rush at all.

When Sienna walked into the dining room, Anne was already there, beaming from ear to ear and totally playing wingman. ‘Miss Cooper, every single dish on this table was made by Mr. Mason himself! He did everything–from washing and chopping the veggies to actually cooking the whole meal. We tried to help, but he wouldn’t let us lift a finger.

Come and sit down and try his cooking! Honestly, this is the very first time I’ve ever seen him step into the kitchen!”