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City of Sin - Chapter 37
Bee
It really did feel like I was dreaming. I stared up at the grand old building through the car window. I had admired it from a distance whenever I walked through Central Park. The door opened and Mason put his hand out for me. I hadn't even noticed he had gotten out of the car.
He looked so handsome. When I was trying to convince myself to stay away from him, I had tried to ignore his good looks. But he was one of the most handsome men I had ever met. And with his wool jacket unbuttoned and his tux showing, he looked like he was straight out of a magazine. He could have been advertising anything. I'd want to buy whatever it was. How had I wound up here? I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
"Are you planning on driving off without me again?" He raised his left eyebrow.
I put my hand in his and stepped out of the car. "Not in a million years. Are you trying to get rid of me?"
He laughed and intertwined his fingers with mine. "Not in a million years, Bee."
I looked down at our hands. I felt like my hand fit well in his. It really seemed like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. Everything leading up to this point had been worth it if Mason was actually the guy he seemed to be. The guy who wanted to be the reason why I stayed in New York. I was falling for that guy.
We walked up the red carpet on the front steps. The lights on top of the canopy above us lit up the entrance beautifully. It looked like something out of an old movie. Mason pulled two tickets out of his front coat pocket and handed them to the man who had just opened up the door for us.
The man looked down at the tickets. "Mr. Caldwell, the gala is being held in the ballroom." He handed the tickets back to Mason. "Down the hall to the left. I hope you both have a wonderful evening."
"You too," Mason said.
I gripped Mason's hand a little tighter when we walked into the hotel. The marble floor led to the most ornate staircase I had ever seen. The Plaza Hotel's emblem was emblazoned on the floor in gold. And the chandeliers completed the royal look of the entranceway.
Mason pulled me in the direction of the ballroom.
"It's beautiful," I said and looked back over my shoulder.
"Not as beautiful as you."
"Usually your pickup lines aren't so cliché." I smiled up at him.
"I'm not trying to pick you up. I already have you." He squeezed my hand.
The way he said it made my body feel warm. Is that what he thought? That I was his? It had been a long time since I had feltconnected to someone. That's what I wanted. To be a part of a "we" again.
"Have you ever been here before?" I asked.
"I come every year."
"How many years have you been coming?"
"Six, I believe."
"So you've been donating to the hospital since you graduated? You're a bad boy with a good heart, Mason Caldwell."
"It's a good cause."
"Who do you usually bring to these events?"
"No one important in a long time." He smiled down at me. "Have you ever been to this hotel?"
"What purpose would I ever have for going to The Plaza Hotel?"
"Something fancy?"
I laughed. "I haven't done anything fancy in a long time."
"I heard the mattresses are exceptionally comfortable here."
