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But I want to make one thing clear though.
It's not just about the sex.
I think I'm falling in love with him.
One.
That's how many months I've been debating in my head whether I'm really falling in love with the bad boy of Wall Street. I mean this guy used to be a player. Yeah, I told you I know all about his MO. I've read everything about him and that Stacy Sawyer chick on Market Pulse and how they fucked.
But he really does care for me.
Not just because he takes care of me when Lorna cut me off. But just spending time with me.
Take the other day, for example.
I wanted to go to Kittichai, the Thai place on the West Side.
"That place is overrated," Mason said to me when I broached the subject.
"But their chicken curry is so good!" I whined. He looked at me and I pouted. "After everything that's been going on, I could use something like Thai food to pick me up."
It was true. Sharing a meal was a way to forget about the impending vote of no confidence, the power that Mom was amassing in the Firm, or the fact that I was caught in the center of it.
Also, I knew he couldn't resist that pout.
So I was a little surprised when he said nothing more and headed to work.
I followed an hour later and all day it was business as usual, both sides of Kane Price desperately trying to make or break the Red Lion Aviation deal.
Around 6 pm, Mason came by my desk.
"Are you ready to go?" he asked me.
I looked at him with a stupid stare.
"The car's waiting to take us to Kittichai," he said.
It's not just the fact that Mason Kane had actually planned and gotten us into one of the hottest restaurants in New York City with a reservation list of at least a month.
It's that he was standing at my desk, telling me that the car was waiting.
That he was acknowledging me in full view of the people on my floor.
That he held out his arm as I got up and we walked out, arm in arm.
That he opened the door for me to the car, and before I got in, stopped me.
I could tell the words going through his brain.
But how is the Bad Boy of Wall Street supposed to tell a girl that he loves her?
Instead, he did the next best thing.
"I will do anything for you, Becca Lowell," he said. "I promise."
Not as good as I love you, I know, but still, enough to make you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
Five.
