at work."
I shrugged my shoulders. "I had a good weekend."
"Oh my God, you had sex with him, didn't you?"
"Kendra, can you please keep your voice down?"
"You did. Bee!" She put her hand on my arm. "Give me all the details. Was he big? God, I bet he was big. Where did you do it? Please tell me you got to see where he lives. I've always wanted to stay at Trump International."
"Why do you know where he lives?"
"Oh." Kendra laughed. "Just a guess." She took a huge bite of her sandwich.
"Did you look him up?"
"Eh. Marie told me that you went to the Silver Gala this weekend. And I knew Mason was rich, but I didn't know he was that rich."
"That doesn't really answer my question."
"Fine, okay? I did some very light snooping. It's not a big deal." She smiled at me and shifted in her seat slightly. "Do you want to know what I found out?"
"No." Yes?
"Are you sure?"
"What, is it weird? It's probably weird, right?"
She laughed. "No."
I bit my lip. "Okay, tell me."
"First tell me how good he was in bed."
I shoved the rest of the granola bar into my mouth.
"So good you can't even talk about it? I'm so jealous."
"I think my body is addicted to him."
"And your head?"
"My head is wondering why he's with me if he's that good at sex. He could have any girl that he wanted. Why me?"
"Because you're Kick Ass Bee."
"Seriously, Kendra."
"Why are you always so hard on yourself. You're fucking gorgeous. And you're broke. Guys like the whole damsel in distress thing. He probably thinks he's saving you. Maybe he has some weird complex or something."
"Is that what you found out when you were stalking him?"
"No. But did you know that his parents are billionaires? Not just rich, Bee. Freaking billionaires. Him and his brother are going to inherit so much money."
"I know he's wealthy."
"And he graduated from Harvard with honors."
"I know he went to Harvard."