Page 87 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
“Kej, would you hate it in a high-rise?” I ask, dreaming while awake.
“I prefer it, sir. Your exposure to the street here always makes me a little nervous.”
“But we’ll lose our little courtyard.”
“Pretty sure your best friend is the guy who owns the penthouse in the place you’d like to live in. I think it’ll be okay.”
“I don’t have any chill at all, do I?”
“Zero, sir.”
“I should probably care, but I don’t. I really, really don’t.”
“Pretty sure that’s how you know it’s real.”
I narrow my eyes and turn to him. “Okay, spill. What do you know about love, Kej?”
He winks at me. “Not to push you in any direction, but moving into that building would be…rather helpful for my love life.”
“What is it about that building? Did you hear that Grayson, Rand’s guy, is going out with like the head of security there?”
Kej blushes.
“What the hell is that?” I say, pointing at his face.
He shakes his head. “It’s nothing, I’m sure.”
“That isnotnothing! Tell me. Now,” I say, stomping my foot like a petulant child.
He laughs at me because I am ridiculous. “Let’s just say I never thought I’d be into polyamory until a certain Englishman and a guy from Long Island showed me the error of my ways.”
My jaw drops open. “Seriously, what the hell is in the water in that building?”
Kej puts his hands up. “Love potion number nine, apparently.”
I shoulder him as I rest my hand on the door to my part of the house. “Well, even though I’m sad about not spending the evening with my man, that genuinely makes me happy for you.”
“I’m happy for me too. I’m forty-five, and because of your work with Edgerton’s group, I’ll retire in five years. I have plans. Big plans.”
That is why I do what I do. Ever since my group of friends decided to make things better for other people, it’s made us all happier.
More than money ever has.
As I say good night to Kej, I’m struck with the idea that if more of the ultra-wealthy understood how good this felt, they’d stop trying to hoard money they’ll never spend. They’d stop playing zero-sum power games and get in on the limitless sense of purpose when you’re part of the solution.
I’ve always loved my brownstone and enjoyed working with the architect to make it mine, but as I walk through and up the stairs, it’s missing something. Something of a dark librarian vibe, something that feels dangerous and safe.
My phone goes off.
Mads:Bitch, you were in the area and didn’t come see us?
Rand:Bit rude if you ask me.
Me:I’m sorry. I’m having too much sex to take your complaints seriously.
My phone starts ringing, and it’s Mads on video chat. Rand joins him seconds later.
“What the fuck? Why didn’t you come up here and talk to us after dropping off Luca?”
