Page 311 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 3
He lowered his eyebrows for a second but then laughed. "It was all over the news. And I'm friends with Jenkins. He told me about the account."
"You're actually friends with him?"
Mason cleared his throat. "Acquaintances, really. Anyway, back to your news?" He ran his hand through his hair.
"Kendra just called me. She thinks my boss is going to fire Jenkins. Which means there will be an ad exec position open. I just need to remind my boss that I actually had a good idea for the Sword account. I think I'm going to get a promotion." My angry tears were replaced by an over the top excited smile.
"Oh."
"Oh? Mason this is huge. It's everything I've ever wanted."
He smiled. "I thought I was everything you ever wanted?"
"You know what I mean."
"Well, you shouldn't get your hopes up. You don't know for sure."
"I was kind of hoping you'd want to celebrate."
"Doesn't that seem premature? I mean, you never know..."
"Mason!" I put my hands on both sides of his face. "I'm getting a promotion! I won't have to be a secretary for an asshole anymore. I'll be able to give money to homeless people again!"
"Wait, what? You shouldn't be giving money to homeless people, Bee. They just buy drugs and booze. If you want to give them something you should just give them food."
"They're hungry and cold. They'll use the money I give them for food and warmer clothes."
Mason laughed. "You're so naive. You really don't belong in the city." There was a playful twinkle in his eyes.
"Yes I do." I poked him in the middle of his chest. "I'm going to have a good job, a good salary, and the man of my dreams. I'm killing it in this city. I'm owning New York."
"The man of your dreams?" His normally charming smile suddenly seemed wicked and seductive.
"Yeah. The man of my dreams."
"Well, maybe we should celebrate by making all your dreams come true." He raised his eyebrow at me.
"I was hoping you'd say that."
He leaned down and placed a soft kiss against my lips. His fingers ran down my back, stopping at the arch as he pulled me against him. And in an instant I knew that we were okay. All the tension seemed to evaporate when his tongue parted my lipsand a low moan escaped from his. He really was the man of my dreams. My naughty, sinful dreams.
