Mason always thought people were predictable. Everyone had desires — s*x, love, fame — and they usually acted accordingly. They didn’t always act intelligently, but one could almost always predict people’s actions if one knew what they wanted.
Almost, but not always.
Tonight, for instance. One would think that after he’d risked his reputation defending her in front of an entire room of the Los Angeles elite ― and literally given her the jacket off his own back ― that Ines would be a little more grateful. The woman practically threw his jacket back at him and then stomped out of the room.
And what of himself? He knew exactly what he desired, of course. He wanted to spend the evening with the beautiful, sensuous, intelligent woman he’d waited for several weeks to finally see. What he want
