Lisa was completely off-kilter. When Mason had walked into the room and saw that it was her, that she was NewGRL549, she had expected… anger, and disappointment. What she hadn’t expected was the kiss, the soft way his eyes had appraised her, and an… almost… joy that it was her. He had probably been expecting some trim, young, beautiful thing and instead, he got her, plain Lisa with her jiggly thighs and soft stomach.

     Mason poured her some wine and then some for himself and sat back looking at her. “What is it, Lisa?”

     “What?” she asked, reaching for her wine and taking a sip.

     “Are you disappointed that I’m...