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“I have no idea. Somewhere fancy?”
I laughed. She didn’t even know about the most anticipated event of the winter. Women would die for tickets to the Silver Gala. All the city’s most prestigious young professionals were going to be there. I had gotten laid every night of the Silver Gala since I graduated from college. Tonight wouldn’t be any different. “We’re going to the Silver Gala.”
“Oh, of course.” She pressed her lips together and turned to look out the window as the car started.
“Do you even know what that is?” I put my arm around her back. Touching her wasn’t on the list of things I couldn’t do. Actually, I was going to be touching her a lot. I could see what it did to her. She’d be begging me before the night was even half over.
“No.” She looked embarrassed. “But it does sound fancy, so I was kind of right.”
“Mhm.” I shifted slightly so that our thighs would be touching. “The Silver Gala is held every year to raise money for St. Sabela’s Children’s Hospital.”
“I knew you were a good guy.”
“I never said I wasn’t.” There was a fine line between her wanting me and wanting more from me. I needed to make sure I didn’t cross that line. But it was just too easy to tell her whatever she wanted to hear.
“You implied it.”
“I’d be happy to remind you about all the bad things I’m into. I’m no saint, Bee.”
“I know.”
I could see it in her eyes. She liked that I wasn’t a good guy. She liked that I was forward and brash. It took all my willpower to not kiss her.
“I’m happy to remind you tonight,” I said.
“Maybe you should.”
“Baby, I’m planning on it.”
“Don’t call me that,” she said. But for the first time, it didn’t sound like she meant it.
“We’re here,” the driver said as he pulled to a stop in front of The Plaza Hotel.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Bee
It really did feel like I was dreaming. I stared up at the grand old building through the car window. I had admired it from a distance whenever I walked through Central Park. The door opened and Mason put his hand out for me. I hadn’t even noticed he had gotten out of the car.
He looked so handsome. When I was trying to convince myself to stay away from him, I had tried to ignore his good looks. But he was one of the most handsome men I had ever met. And with his wool jacket unbuttoned and his tux showing, he looked like he was straight out of a magazine. He could have been advertising anything. I’d want to buy whatever it was. How had I wound up here? I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
“Are you planning on driving off without me again?” He raised his left eyebrow.
I put my hand in his and stepped out of the car. “Not in a million years. Are you trying to get rid of me?”
He laughed and intertwined his fingers with mine. “Not in a million years, Bee.”
I looked down at our hands. I felt like my hand fit well in his. It really seemed like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. Everything leading up to this point had been worth it if Mason was actually the guy he seemed to be. The guy who wanted to be the reason why I stayed in New York. I was falling for that guy.
We walked up the red carpet on the front steps. The lights on top of the canopy above us lit up the entrance beautifully. It looked like something out of an old movie. Mason pulled two tickets out of his front coat pocket and handed them to the man who had just opened up the door for us.
The man looked down at the tickets. “Mr. Caldwell, the gala is being held in the ballroom.” He handed the tickets back to Mason. “Down the hall to the left. I hope you both have a wonderful evening.”
“You too,” Mason said.
I gripped Mason’s hand a little tighter when we walked into the hotel. The marble floor led to the most ornate staircase I had ever seen. The Plaza Hotel’s emblem was emblazoned on the floor in gold. And the chandeliers completed the royal look of the entranceway.
Mason pulled me in the direction of the ballroom.
