Ines smiled when Mason got into the car. “Thanks for offering to take me home,” she said. “I didn’t bring my car today.”
“I’m not,” he said.
“Not what?”
“Taking you home.”
“What?”
The town car started moving. Mason rolled up the partition window between them and the driver. “We’re having dinner at my place.”
Ines frowned. “I don’t remember agreeing to have dinner with you.”
“No, you didn’t.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “What if I already had dinner?”
“Have you?”
“Well no. But that’s not the point.”
“What is the point then?”
“The point is...” She paused, uncrossing her arms and resting her hands on her knees.
“Well?”
She sighed. “You’re being bossy again.”
“My apologies.” He put his hand on hers. The feel of her skin on his fingers sent a tingle up his spine. “Will y
