"I have every belief that the employees who were believing Red Lion Aviation was a good deal were doing so based on the limited information that was made available to them, and I can't hold them in fault for that," Mr. Kane commented.
Tensions within the investment bank seemed to heal on a rapid clip as insiders reported that work had begun proceeding according to normal schedule. The perception of two armed camps - something that had come to dominate how Kane Price was viewed by Wall Street - had already begun to alter itself.
In the coming months, Kane Price is expected to announce and launch revolutionary new products that promise to upend the traditional order of Wall Street and generate a great deal of revenue for the Firm.
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Epilogue
"Mason," I whisper, trying to sound serious. "Don't make me moan out loud. You'll wake the baby."
Mason just laughs and continues to grab my boob, squeezing it and running his fingers around my nipple as he kisses my neck.
I tilt my head back and sigh in pleasure at his touch.
A year and half after we first met, he still has the power to make me forget everything and revel in the moment.
"You'll moan when I tell you to, baby girl," he whispers in my ear before biting my earlobe.
My entire body convulses in shudders at his voice.
I'm almost carried away.
I mean, you would be too. Imagine yourself trading places with me. I'm sitting on the leather sofa of our new One57 apartment that we bought together as husband and wife.
Little Ida is asleep in the other room, in what I hope is a peaceful sleep. I had just sat down with my Kindle. I was going to read The Woodsman by Eddie Cleveland.
I mean, I don’t know about you, but based on everything I’ve seen, the closest anyone ever comes in the book world to Mason and his complete alpha nature is Eddie and the bad boys that he writes about.
I remember Mason was the one who first introduced me to him back sometime after I told him I was pregnant.
“Something for you to read when you need to think about me fucking you,” he said one morning as he was going to work. “My friend Eddie is an author. He just published this.”
At first I didn’t really know, you know? I just skimmed through it. I mean the story was good.
But then I got to the sex.
And, oh my God.
By the time Mason walked in, I was jumping all over him.
No one writes bad boys and alpha males like Eddie. Except maybe Alexis.
So The Woodsman is just something I thought I’d relax with. I briefly thought about taking my panties off. But I figured I’d just let them get wet. It would help Mason smell me.
And he’d know.
So I got through one chapter and I must have given off pheromones or something.
Because Mason is already here.
And true enough, he's literally trying to get in my pants. As in his hands are travelling to the hem of my yoga pants and his fingers are slowly tracing an outline over my thong.
With a sudden flash of inspiration, I turn to him and smile.
"If I'm your baby girl, will you go make me something to eat?" I ask him.
I'm trying hard not to laugh as the King of Wall Street looks at me with a perplexed look. No one has probably even asked him that. Ever.