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 41
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.
But at the same time, I could feel my body caving in. I wanted him. I wanted to know what he'd feel like inside of me.
He was staring into my eyes.
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 was a better guy than Patrick. But that didn't mean he was a good guy. If I invited him up, I might never hear from him again. Could I live with that? I wasn't sure if I would be able to let him go. But he might not even be asking to come up for sex. Maybe he just wanted a cup of tea.
"Let me show you how good it can be." His breath was warm against my skin.
He was talking about sex. And I must have looked a mess. I didn't want our first time to be like this. Or possibly our first and last. "I think maybe we should call it a night." I pressed my thighs together.
"Your body doesn't agree with you."
I gulped.
"You look overheated despite the fact that it's fifteen degrees outside."
"I...I had too much to drink."
"Your pupils are dilated."
"It's dark."
"You're pressing your thighs together."
I didn't have a good excuse for that. "So?"
"It's because you want me. You're dripping wet, and you're trying to hide it from me."
"I'll let you up if you want to talk." Shit. Why'd I say that? I wouldn't be able to resist him if he came up. I was inviting him into my bed and he knew it.
Mason's lips curled into a smile. "You just want to talk to me?"
"Yes."