Page 54 of Meet Mason, the Billionaire

“We’ll see, Brian.”

I closed the door firmly.

“But I didn’t even—”

“I’ll register on your website, assuming it’s legit.”

“It’s legit. Thanks so much, Megan. I promise you won’t regret this.”

I knew it was a damn lie. But I still went along with it.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Mason

After my dinner date with Megan, I spent the rest of the day daydreaming about her. And not for the obvious reasons, either. Sure, I thought about our fantastic sex, but I also thought about my sudden realization after our sweat began to cool.

I was into Megan. I liked Megan. I enjoyed spending time with her. And yes, she was great in bed, as fun and adventurous and dirty as any man could want.

But there was more. I was starting to feel Megan worming her way into my heart. I wasn’t sure when it had started. No, check that, I did know when it started.

The moment I’d laid eyes on her bare back in that little black dress on the Galleria terrace. It wasn’t just her body that enticed me. It was her aura, her mood, the intangible quality that makes someone more than merely attractive.

When we spoke, sparks flew, and I knew she was feeling the crazy magnetism, too.

But all that chemistry made for a heady mix. I’d been riding around like a junkie on a high ever since we first hooked up—when was that?

It shocked me to realize I’d known Megan for only a little over a week. For such a short time, it felt as if she’d been in my life for much longer. And it felt like she should never leave. In fact, when I looked forward, I couldn’t see a future without Megan in it.

That, or, I was afraid to examine a future without her in it.

It could have been either one, really.

The thing was, I’d never felt like that about a woman before. Once or twice during prep school I’d crushed hard and thought I was madly in love. It took a long time for me to realize the difference between crushes and infatuation and the real thing.

I knew I hadn’t been in love those times, because I was certain I’d NEVER been in love. I remembered having a conversation with my grandfather about it…

Grandpa wiped the sweat from his brow and settled into his canvas chair behind the lemonade stand. I excitedly counted the change the customer had just given me and turned a smile his way.

“They gave me a dollar tip!”

“That’s because you were polite, and offered good customer service. That’s the key. Treat people right and they’ll beat down your door to do business with you. Remember that, boy. People first, always. The rest will take care of itself.”

“I understand Grandpa,” I said. At the time I believed I did understand. “Say, Grandpa, how do you know when you’re in love?”

The old man choked on his cigar. “What? What in the world would make you ask a question like that one?”

“Um,” I said, dropping my gaze, my cheeks flushing red.

“Mason, talk to me.”

“Well… there’s this girl in my homeroom class who I kind of like, but I can’t tell if it’s for real.”

“Oh, Mason. You’re way too young for such concerns.”

“Am not! Stan and Lisa Dale are dating.”

“Yes, I’m sure they are ‘dating,’ but…” Grandpa sighed. “Let me ask you a question. Are you constantly thinking of this girl, to the point of distraction from all else?”

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