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I quickly wiped my tears away and pulled my wrist out of his grip. “It’s fine, Mason,” I said without turning to look at him. “You want me to go, so I’m going.”

“Hey.” He pulled me against his chest. “I’m sorry.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “I get cranky after I wake up from naps. I’m sorry.”

His heart was beating so fast and I could feel the heat radiating off of him through his clothes. Maybe he was sick. And there was something really comforting about his reaction to my getting upset. He just stood there with his arms around me and didn’t say anything about the wet spot my tears were leaving on his dress shirt. I’m sure he would want me to leave as soon as he saw my scary red monster eyes.

“It’s okay. I’m just being silly. Go get some rest.” I pushed on his chest, but he didn’t release me from his hug.

“I want you to stay.”

“Mason…”

“Please don’t go.” There was something strange in his voice. It made it seem like if I left he was scared he’d lose me forever. I breathed in his heavenly scent. I never wanted to be anywhere except for next to him. How did he not realize that?

“Geez, I don’t know why I’m so emotional. I just had a really bad day at work. We had to watch Jenkins’ stupid idea for this sponsorship. And my disgusting boss doesn’t take me seriously at all.”

“I thought you had good news?” Mason pulled back and looked down at me.

“Yeah.” I reluctantly let go of his biceps. “Well, maybe. Apparently Jenkins’ idea went terribly wrong…”

“The sex on live T.V. thing? Sword Body Wash is really pissed.”

“How do you know about that?”

He lowered his eyebrows for a second but then laughed. “It was all over the news. And I’m friends with Jenkins. He told me about the account.”

“You’re actually friends with him?”

Mason cleared his throat. “Acquaintances, really. Anyway, back to your news?” He ran his hand through his hair.

“Kendra just called me. She thinks my boss is going to fire Jenkins. Which means there will be an ad exec position open. I just need to remind my boss that I actually had a good idea for the Sword account. I think I’m going to get a promotion.” My angry tears were replaced by an over the top excited smile.

“Oh.”

“Oh? Mason this is huge. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.”

He smiled. “I thought I was everything you ever wanted?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Well, you shouldn’t get your hopes up. You don’t know for sure.”

“I was kind of hoping you’d want to celebrate.”

“Doesn’t that seem premature? I mean, you never know…”

“Mason!” I put my hands on both sides of his face. “I’m getting a promotion! I won’t have to be a secretary for an asshole anymore. I’ll be able to give money to homeless people again!”

“Wait, what? You shouldn’t be giving money to homeless people, Bee. They just buy drugs and booze. If you want to give them something you should just give them food.”

“They’re hungry and cold. They’ll use the money I give them for food and warmer clothes.”

Mason laughed. “You’re so naive. You really don’t belong in the city.” There was a playful twinkle in his eyes.

“Yes I do.” I poked him in the middle of his chest. “I’m going to have a good job, a good salary, and the man of my dreams. I’m killing it in this city. I’m owning New York.”

“The man of your dreams?” His normally charming smile suddenly seemed wicked and seductive.

“Yeah. The man of my dreams.”

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