City of Sin - Chapter 33
Mason
"What about that one?" I pointed to a red dress on a mannequin. The mannequin wasn't nearly as curvy as Bee. She would look absolutely amazing in it. And it was perfect for the gala. It wouldn't look too bad on the floor of my bedroom either.
"Why the hell are we here again?" asked my brother, Matt, leaning against one of the display cases.
"I told you."
"You don't usually do this to get laid. What does she have on you?"
"Nothing."
"If you ask me, you like her," he said.
"I don't like her. I just want her."
Matt crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You're right. You don't like her. You like her like her."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"It's the step between like and love."
I laughed. I didn't fall in love. And Bee certainly wasn't going to be the girl that made me change my ways. "I have no idea whyI asked for your help. She'll look good in anything. This dress is perfect."
"Do you know her size?" Matt asked.
"Yeah.” I pulled a dress off the rack.
He frowned at me. "Why exactly do you know her size?"
"I had Vargas get some information on her."
"You do realize how creepy that is, right?"
I shrugged my shoulders. It wasn't creepy. It was efficient. And it was what was winning her over.
"So what else did you find out about this girl that you almost love?"
I lightly punched his shoulder and tried to ignore him. He was right though. I never tried this hard. Hell, I never really had to try at all. Women heard my name and flocked toward me. It was one of the only benefits of being a Caldwell.
"Do you at least have a picture? I want to see the girl that stole my brother's small, shriveled up heart."
"She didn't steal my perfectly normal sized heart. But I do have a picture." I pulled out my phone and clicked on my open tabs. I wasn't sure where Vargas had gotten this picture. But it had been on the front page of the report he had given me. And I found myself constantly looking at it. Just because she was nice to look at.
"Damn, she's hot."
"That she is."
"So what does she do?"
"That's a weird question coming from a guy who doesn't do anything."
"Hey, someone had to take over the family business. And Dad doesn't need my help yet. He's made that perfectly clear. He hates all my suggestions. I'm pretty sure he's still holding out hope on you taking it over."
"Yeah, that's not going to happen."
"How are you doing anyway? I can't imagine being cut off."
