Page 27 of Risk
We both hop out of the car at the same time. “Because…” he says, slamming his door shut. “I like spending time with you.”
That’s not the answer I was expecting.
“Look, if this is about you being X online, privacy is just as important to me as it is to you.”
“It doesn’t bother me,” Mason says. “Much.” Popping his trunk, he digs out all of my stuff. “I like you, Leah.”
He doesn’t even know me. He probably can’t even separate me from Daisy Ren. “Request another private chat if you enjoy my company so much.”
Mason slams the trunk shut. “I’d rather take you to dinner.”
“I’m busy,” I lie. There’s no way he’s making the moves on me for real. We’ve just been pushing each other today for funsies because we both thought we had something on each other.
Dinner is not on the agenda.
“Breakfast tomorrow then.” He flashes me a smile as he lugs the cart up to the front door.
“Busy then too.”
“Really?” He holds the door. “Tell you what, how about I book you for every night you’re not busy. Just tell me when and I’ll clear my calendar for it.”
I think he’s serious. My heart actually swoons a little.
Nope. Nope. Nope. He’s playing me.
“I’m busy every night.” Blasting past him, I storm to the elevator and hit the up button.
“Every single night?” he asks suspiciously.
“Yup.” I don’t look at him. “For the rest of my life.”
I thought I could handle a date with him, but it’s too much. He’s too easy to be around. Too fun. Too addictive. Those are red flags.
“Breakfast it is.” Mason gets into the elevator with me. “I know a place that makes amazing omelets.”
What a pushy little shit! “Jesus Christ, Mason. Why are you doing this?”
“Doing what?”
“This!” I wave my hands around. “The cleaning. The lunch. The dinner and breakfast. The persistence.”
“I told you…” He leans into my face. “I like being with you.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“That’s why I was hoping we could go on a date.” He slams his hand on the close door button and holds it. Then he presses into me until my body is flush against the wall. “Am I not your type, Leah?”
“Nope. Not at all.” The breath that shudders out of me gives my lie away.
His toothy grin is so prideful I want to slap and kiss him at the same time. “Liar.”
“It’s true. You’re too pretty for me. I like my men dirty.”
“How dirty do you want me, Princess?”
Fuck. Me. He’s too good at this.
“Ugh!” I shove him back. “Seriously, dude, you’re a Big Tech Bagillionaire. Why are you pretending you’re into me?” Then it hits me. “If you think that, all because you got a show online last week, you can rent me for a night to get in your bed, you’re very mistaken.”