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“There’s nothing to be sorry about.” I wiped her tears away again. “Please don’t cry.” I pulled her against my chest. It was strange holding her like this. I let my fingers run through her hair. “It’s okay.” I said. It may have been strange, but I liked it. I liked how small she felt in my arms. And I liked that she wanted me when she was upset. I wanted to be the one she turned to. I wanted to protect her.

I looked down at the top of her head. “My place is only a few minutes away.”

She lifted her head and looked up at me.

God she was beautiful. Even when she cried she was beautiful. I wiped away her tears again with my thumb.

“Can you take me home?”

I felt the night I had planned slipping away. But I’d give her whatever she wanted to get her to stop crying. I hated seeing her like this. “Of course.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called my driver. Bee let me wrap my arm around her as we made our way outside. The car was already waiting out front. I wrapped Bee’s coat around her shoulders. If I had any idea that Patrick was going to be at the gala, I would have planned something else.

But I didn’t dislike the position I was in. Having Bee cling to me like I was her lifeline was something I had never experienced before. When I sat down in the car, she put her head on my shoulder.

Maybe this was more than I was letting myself believe. Maybe this was what I really wanted. And not just the tight feeling in my chest. Her. I wanted her. And I didn’t want to just sleep with her. I wanted this.

She lifted her head and looked up at me. She had stopped crying. “I’m so sorry, Mason. Before Patrick showed up, tonight was so…perfect.”

I smiled.

She sat up. “I’m sorry that you had to see that. I’m so embarrassed. And I embarrassed you in front of all your friends…”

“You didn’t embarrass me. I don’t think you could embarrass me if you tried. You were the most beautiful girl there. Everyone else was envious of me.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I’m usually right.”

She laughed. “I just hope I didn’t ruin your whole evening.”

“All I cared about doing tonight was hanging out with you. Besides, the night isn’t over yet.”

She looked down at her lap.

Maybe this could still end the way I wanted. Same plan, different location. The car pulled up outside her apartment. “Let me walk you up.” I got out of the car before she could protest. I opened up the door and held my hand out for her.

She took it and I pulled her to her feet. I kept my hand in hers as I walked her to her door.

“Thank you, Mason. Tonight was…” she laughed. “Actually, it was like a fairytale.”

I leaned down and kissed her. I had won the whole chivalrous game. I had made her think that I was her knight in shining armor. And now I wanted my prize. When I pulled back, she was panting.

Chapter Forty-One

Bee

Mason was amazing. I had only known him for a little over a week, but he didn’t run away when I cried. He held me. This wasn’t a one night stand kind of guy, despite everything I had heard. He was sweet. He was the nicest guy I had met in New York. Actually, he was the only nice guy I had met in New York.

“If it’s a fairytale, I believe that I’m the prince you won over. So what do you want to do with me now that you’ve won me?”

“Say goodnight and go out again when I haven’t been crying for half an hour?”

Mason laughed and looked down at his watch. “It’s only 11 o’clock. It seems a shame to cut the evening short.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“I think you should let me come up.”

I couldn’t help it. I was embarrassed of where I lived. He had basically just taken me to a ball. We weren’t supposed to wind up in a rundown old apartment after that. I didn’t need him to feel any more sorry for me. I was such a mess.

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