CHAPTER THREE
LEXI
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Mason Kingsley no longer exists.
Unless it’s Monday to Friday, eight in the morning until five at night, he no longer exists, as far as I am concerned.
The jerk.
Listen, I know Emily has ended up with her prince, but that’s not what this is. I need you to know that.
“Fuck you, Mason,” I replied, shoving at his chest while his dick dripped from what we’d just done. “There are a lot of princes in this town; don’t flatter yourself.”
The fact I have to work with Mason now that he’s messed up our delicious little attraction is a nuisance, but I’ll make sure he understands that it meant nothing to me, and I’ve moved on.
Prince?
Jesus, please...what an idiot.
Craig, who is an art director at one of the top creative agencies here in Manhattan, is a great dancer and fun. I was talking to him before we started dancing, and he gave me tips on some fun, non-touristy places to hit up in New York.
Then offered to show me a few of them.
I’m going to say yes, just to spite the frog, as I now refer to Mason.
“Is there a reason Mason Kinglsey is throwing eye-daggers my way?” Craig asks, leaning in so I can hear him over the music where we are dancing.
I glance over, and Mason gives me a now familiar dark look.
“He’s my boss. Probably worried I’ll run away and not show up on Monday.”
“You work for Mason?” Craig laughs.
“It’s temporary,” I answer briefly, not wanting to go into what my job is.
Most of the people here are stupidly rich and successful. Craig probably assumes I’m a duchess or whatever it is Americans think about notable English people. Huh! There’s definitely no blue blood in my family line.
“Then he must be worried I’m going to corrupt your innocence.” Craig grins. “Because I know Kingsley doesn’t mess around with his employees.”
Shows how much you know.
“Corrupt me?” I spin, wink at him over my shoulder then laugh. “Or will I be the one doing the corrupting?”
He’s not as tall as Mason, but his dark, short blond hair, deep blue eyes and wide shoulders are very attractive.
Yet, I’m not interested in him at all.
“Christ, I won’t say no.”
I chuckle as a familiar warmth envelops me.
“Lexi,” Mason growls behind me.
“She’s off the clock, Kingsley,” Craig says, his voice rich with what he’s got planned for the rest of the night.
I can hear it.
Mason can hear it.
I may have taken this too far with Craig. My goal was to show Mason I hadn’t fallen pathetically in love with him after last night.
Last night... If only I had stuck to my plan.