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“What’s the point, Mason?”
“You didn’t let me finish before, Bee. I want to give you a reason to stay in New York. I want to be the reason why you stay.”
The way he was looking at me made me tremble. He was starting to get a 5 o’clock shadow along his chiseled jaw line. His brown eyes seemed to pierce into my soul. He may not be as bad as Patrick made him out to be, but he still wasn’t a good guy. Why was he saying these things to me? Just so he could fuck me? He couldn’t possibly be serious.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said. “Please just sit back down. We can do this your way, okay? Let’s just take things slow.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Mason
What the fuck did I just say? I downed the rest of my wine.
“You want to take things slow?”
No, I want to fuck you on this table. “Yes.”
She puckered her lips slightly as she thought about what I had just said. I wanted to stand up and kiss her. I needed to taste her lips again. I was completely out of my element here. Why the hell had I just agreed to take things slow? I never took things slow. I always took what I wanted. And I wanted her badly. It was just in my head. I wanted what I couldn’t have. It was stupid and immature, but it was there. A primal want. She was teasing me. I wasn’t sure if she was doing it on purpose. But when I finally did have her, I was going to punish her for it. I couldn’t wait to spank her bare ass again. I could feel myself starting to get an erection. Fuck.
She sat back down across from me. “I’m not sure I believe you.”
“You sat back down.”
“That’s because I’m indecisive and soft.”
“Trust me, baby, I’m hard enough for both of us.”
She laughed and then stared at me with her big brown eyes.
Her laugh was enticing. I tried to shake away the thought. Taking it slow was just a means to an end. The goal was still getting her to scream my name with my cock deep inside of her. It was just going to take more time than I originally thought. And I wasn’t one to back away from a challenge. Especially when a girl like Bee was the prize.
“I’m bad at reading people,” she finally said.
“I can tell. You dated Patrick.”
She frowned. “I’m talking about you. The first time we met, you stole a taxi from me. But I gave you the benefit of the doubt. And then we did all those…things.” She blushed. “You even admitted to knowing all about those disgusting underground clubs. But then the flowers, and saying you want to take things slow?” She stared into my eyes. “I don’t understand. What do you want from me?”
“I just want to get to know you.”
“Okay.”
“So, Bee, what is it exactly that you wanted to talk about?”
“This really is amazing,” she said after taking a bite of her food. She was ignoring me on purpose. She had to be intentionally driving me crazy.
I tried the gnocchi. It was okay. “It is really good.” I had never been to this restaurant before. I was just using what Vargas had found out to win her over. She wanted to ask me something, but she looked embarrassed. “I can tell you have a question for me. So spill it.”
“How many women have you slept with?”
“I don’t know,” I shrugged. She did not want the answer to that question.
“Well, I mean, you must have a guess.”
Oh God. “Dozens?” I tried to say vaguely.
“Dozens with an s? So like 24?”
“I’d say several dozen.”
