I gasp when I open it, suddenly laughing at my presumption. I fall to the bed, grinning like a fool at the final gift.
A key to Mason’s penthouse. I don’t think about what it means, only him, in the bar downstairs, and the need to be in his arms.
I snap the box closed and grab my purse.
Mase
I swallow thickly as she comes into view.
She is perfection, and she is mine. She doesn’t search for me, our eyes finding each other without question. There is nothing else around us in this moment—just me and her. I stand, rearranging myself in my trousers as she makes her way over to me.
I don’t go to her, lifting my chin and letting her close the distance between us, knowing that she needs to make this move.
“My man in a tux.” She pops a sleek brow at me. “You sure we can’t go back to bed for the night, roomie?”
I squint my eyes at her, unsure of her playful manner. “Roomie?”
She shrugs. “It’s the inevitable.” A smile tugs at her lips, then she dips her head.
“Hey!” I grasp her chin and lift her head, bringing her eyes up to meet mine. “Don’t ever hide from me.” I dart my tongue out, wetting my lips. I feel fucking nervous. “You’ll move in with me?”
“Yeah, I will.”
Fuck, I wasn’t expecting it to be so easy.
My boyish grin can’t be contained, and I lift her into the air. “She said yes!” I shout, and everyone starts cheering and yelling congratulations at us.
“Mason, what are you doing?!” she hisses, trying to wiggle free.
“Just go with it, Mrs Lowell.” I squeeze her thighs, letting her slide down my body. “Come on! We have someplace to be.”
I grab her hand, pulling her out the hotel doors and into the waiting car.
It’s a short ride to our destination, and as we near, I can feel the buzz that radiates from the woman at my side. She knows.
“Mase, please tell me I’m not wrong. I mean, I’m dressed for it,” she asks, full of hope as she looks from me to the window.
The car comes to a stop outside the building, and I only have to nod my head once before she has the door thrown open and is running up the steps.
I hop out and thank the driver before joining her at the top.
“You must have thought I was a right bastard when I told you we would have to put it off until next time.”
She reluctantly tears her eyes away from the magnificent building in front of us. “You have no idea what this place means to me.”
“Show me.” I nod my head in the direction of the main doors, and the smile she gives me as she pushes forward has my heart somersaulting in my chest.
Nina
The Palais Garnier is one of the most famous opera houses in the world, its beauty is something I have only ever been able to dream about.
I stand at the bottom of the Grand Escalier, looking up at the magnificent thirty-metre-high vault and the double staircase that I know leads to the multiple foyers. I close my eyes as Mason’s arm wraps around my waist, his lips brushing my shoulder.
“My boy did good.” I smile as I look back at him.
He too can hardly take his eyes off the impressive architecture before us.
We move forward together, up the sprawling steps, and I grasp his arm, allowing me to take in every detail without needing to concentrate on where I am going.
