Page 214 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 3
Mason opened up the door. "Get in."
I slid into the seat. He slammed the door and quickly walked around the taxi. He got in beside me.This is it. I was becoming one of those girls. The kind that sleep around. I had never slept with anyone but Patrick. And everything I had already done withMason seemed better.What if I don't want this to be a one night stand?He wasn't the commitment type. There was absolutely no way.
He moved to the middle seat so that my left side brushed against him. That feeling of electricity shooting through me would never get old. He leaned over and grabbed my seatbelt. He pulled the strap across my torso and buckled it in place. His eyes locked with mine. He liked me strapped down. Was he really going to tie me up back at his place? I was more excited than nervous at the prospect.
He turned to face the driver. "Trump International." Mason quickly buckled his own seatbelt and leaned back. "And we're in a hurry."
"Of course, sir." The driver turned off the curb and sped off into the night.
"I thought you said we were going to your place?" I asked.
"That's where I live."
"Isn't that an office building?"
"No, Bee, it's a hotel."
"You live in a hotel?" Was he loaded? Marie and Carter hadn't mentioned anything about that.
"It has apartments too. Well, condos, technically."
"Where?"
"I'm not sure I want to tell you that. You could be a stalker after all."
