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“I think I can arrange that,” Mason said.
“It was nice to meet you, Bee,” James said and stuck his hand out to me. “Like Penny said, you’re welcome to our home anytime.”
I shook it. How does Mason have such nice friends? James and Penny seemed so normal. Everything I knew about Mason was anything but normal.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Mason
I steered Bee away from James and Penny. “You seemed to hit it off with Penny. Were you reminiscing about the University of New Castle?”
“A little. Are you not speaking to your parents?”
I pulled away from her slightly, but kept my hand on her hip. Damn it, Penny. “We had different opinions on how my future was going to play out.”
“How are we here, Mason? How do you afford all these nice things?”
I pulled her onto the dance floor and grabbed her waist. “What do you mean? I have a good job.”
“I know you have a good job. But all this?” She looked around the room. “And you’re saving up to start your own ad agency on top of everything else.”
“Yeah. I am. So what?”
“What money did you buy this dress with?”
“My money?” What the hell was she getting at? I grabbed her hand, spun her, and then pulled her in even closer than before.
“Could you only afford this because of people who paid you for…services?”
I laughed. She had to be kidding. Of course that’s how I bought her that dress. And I wasn’t sure why she was upset about it. She looked fucking fantastic. But I’d tell her what she needed to hear.
“Okay,” I said. “No, I’m not talking to my parents. But they’re the only reason why we’re here right now. They gave me the tickets.” It was true. My parents donated money every year under Matt and my names. That’s the only reason I had tickets. I didn’t originally tell her that because she seemed to be eating up this good guy nonsense. It was a good charity. And I was glad it was under my name. I needed the good karma. “What, are you only with me for my inheritance?”
Her face blushed. “No. Of course not. I just wanted to make sure Patrick didn’t buy me this dress.”
Oh. So that’s what she was upset about. She knew I took money from her ex. But Patrick hadn’t given me nearly enough money to pay for what she was wearing. And that was an awfully pessimistic way of looking at it in the first place. “Would it make you feel better if I told you I still got money from my old man?” I didn’t. But she didn’t need to know that. What little money I did have left from him was dwindling fast.
“No. I don’t know. Yes?” She looked so flustered. But she kept her hands clasped behind my neck. She wasn’t trying to run out on me again.
“Bee.” I touched the side of her face. “I bought you this dress. Because I really like you. And I wanted to come here tonight with you. I don’t want to talk about my parents or Patrick. I want to focus on us. Because I’m really loving us.”
“I’m really loving us too.”
Of course you are. “And since you’re a gold digger, you’ll be happy to know that one day I will inherit millions from my parents.” As of right now, I wouldn’t. I was sure they’d come around once I started my own successful company though. “But at that point, I’ll already have millions of my own.” At least that was the truth. Because I’d do anything to make it happen. Except for following Matt’s advice. I wouldn’t use Bee for information. That was where I had to draw the line.
“I’m not a gold digger, Mason.”
“I know. At least, I hope you like me for more than my money.” I tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“I like you for a lot of reasons,” she said.
“You do, huh?”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
Shit. She remembered last night perfectly. What else had I said?
“Ladies and gentleman.” There was a stage off to the right of the dance floor and the president of St. Sabela’s Children’s Hospital had just taken the microphone. “As you all know, without all of your generous donations, we would not be able to continue the groundbreaking research that gives children the chance to be children. The gift that you have endowed is impossible to put into words. So I’m not going to bore you with a long speech.”
