Free Billionaire Boss by Jessica Marx Page A

microwave. Mason refills our drinks and we sit back down at the counter to eat. We both must be starving because we start eating and don’t stop until our plates are half empty.
    “I love the way you look in my clothing,” Mason says, taking a break to sip his water.
    “Thanks. It’s cozy,” I smile, “I can change before I leave.”
    “Leave?”
    “Yes. To go home later.”
    “You can’t leave, Samantha.”
    “Ever?” I ask, teasing.
    “I might let you go home at some point, but you at least have to stay here tonight.”
    “Tonight?” I repeat, “but I have work in the morning - and so do you.”
    “Are you not allowed to have sleepovers on work days?” Mason teases.
    “No. I mean, yes, but…I can’t show up tomorrow in the same clothes I wore today. I don’t have make up or - anything. I would have a lot of explaining to do.”
    “Is that the only reason?” Mason asks. There is a hint of insecurity in his voice that I’ve never heard before.
    “Yes.”
    “I’ll take care of that for you.”
    “How?”
    “I just will. Don’t worry. Whatever you need, I will take care of it,” Mason assures me, “always,” he adds in a soft voice.
    And I believe him.
    I awake the next morning in Mason’s arms. I don’t move, just look around at the unfamiliar bedroom. Like the rest of the loft apartment, it’s like something out of a magazine.
    The floor and lower part of the wall are black marble. The majority of the walls are window. There are thick gray curtains pulled halfway across to keep out the morning light. The bed itself is tall and cushy with soft blankets that we have pulled up over our naked bodies.
    We stayed up late into the night making love again - and again. I’m finding it hard to believe that we’ve only been together for a short time. Everything with Mason feels so comfortable and so…right.
    I feel him stir behind me. He pulls me in closer to him, “good morning, Samantha.”
    “Morning,” I reply softly.
    We lie there for a few minutes, until we have to get up and get ready for work.
    “You can go ahead and shower, I’ll grab your clothes,” Mason offers, getting up out of bed.
    “Okay,” I get up reluctantly. I have no idea what Mason is giving me to wear or where he’s getting it from, but we’ll see soon enough.
    While I’m rinsing my hair in the shower, I notice Mason in the bathroom and suddenly feel shy.
    “You better hurry up or I’m coming in - and then we’ll never get to work,” Mason warns.
    I finish up and get out. Mason points to the bedroom, “clothes and essentials are on the bed.”
    I towel off and walk back in to see a cute but sensible skirt and blouse on the bed. I pick them up to check the size and notice the brand name on the tag. This had to cost a fortune - I wonder where it came from and how it got here? The bag next to it is filled with cosmetics. It’s not my usual brands, but the colors are perfect.
    I put the clothes on and look in the mirror. Wow. Nice choice. It’s probably one of the nicest work outfits I’ve worn - and definitely the most expensive. I take the make up into the bathroom. Mason is standing in a towel.
    “Wow,” he says with a whistle.
    “Thanks. You didn’t have to get something so extravagant,” I say.
    “You deserve it.”
    I remove the make up from the bag, “and this wasn’t necessary, but thank you.”
    “No problem. You can just leave it here. That way you never have a reason not to stay over.
    I smile. For a guy who is such a womanizer, he sure is moving quickly here. I don’t mind though. I feel the same connection he does.
    Dan picks us up and drops us off at the office. The commute is so much better than my normal morning routine. I still hope no one sees us arriving at work together. I’m not ready to go public with this yet - not until we’re sure what’s going on - and not until he tells his father.
    Mason doesn’t seem to care as much about what everyone else thinks. He walks next to me