I pick up the phone.
“Hey, babe.”
“Emily, I, ah, I’ve given away a few of the things in the apartment.”I tell her.
“What?No, it’s a furnished apartment.It doesn’t belong to me.”She gasps.
I flop down onto the sofa.
“Trust me, they’re not going to be upset.Mason is refurnishing it for them.Day by day.I have a new sofa, bed, and Keurig coffee maker, which barely fits on the bench.”
Silence.
“Hello?”I glance at the screen.
“Mason is buying you housewares?”
“So,” I flop down onto my back and hug one of the cream cushions that came with the sofa.“Long story short....”
I update her, sans all the sexy details—okay I leave a few in—of what happened after they left On The Rocks last weekend.
“Are you still leaving?”Emily asks.
“Yes.I bought my ticket this morning.”I pout, knowing I don’t have a choice.
The apartment is only paid up for three months, then I need to pick up the tab.The money I make at On The Rocks won’t cover it.
She’s quiet again for a long moment.“I understand.I wish you could stay, and I could fix this situation for you, but I do understand.”
“Same.”I sigh.
I’ve thought about asking Mason if he’d be a reference for me so I can secure another job, but I suppose my pride gets in the way.He isn’t sure if I’m guilty of whatever Mr.Harrow told him.
We never talked about it.
Which I assumed meant we were simply spending the time together to, well, fuck.
Billionaire or not, why would a man refurbish your home after a one-night stand?
“So, Mason is sending you furniture?”
“Apparently, flowers are boring.”
We both giggle.
“It has to mean something.”Romantic Emily preens.
“Probably not.He accused me of being after his money, Em.Maybe he has some Superman complex and thinks I’m living in poverty.”
“Well, Sebastian hated the place.”
“They are snobs,” I reply, and we laugh again.
“Look,” Emily says after we stop.“I don’t really know the guys that well yet, but it’s obvious to everyone that Mason likes you.”
“He likes my body.”
“Men don’t buy sofas and coffee makers to get a girl into bed.”