“Really.” Kat muttered. “Nothing beyond the fake niceties that everyone gets.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe it’s because I’ve been attending these events since I was a child. There’s a certain level of animosity toward trust fund babies or anyone who didn’t acquire their own wealth.” She smirked. “Or, maybe it’s all of the trophy wives telling their husbands that they aren’t allowed to talk to me, and then the women don’t talk to me because they despise me.”<br/><br/>Kat released a bored sounding sigh. “I can’t say I’ve ever bothered to find out the reason.”<br/><br/>Diego assured Kat that he could keep her entertained for the night, which caused her smile to bloom. “I should hope so for what I’m paying you.” He mentioned drinks and Kat nodded, a teasing smile on her lips. “Drinks will entertain me for a bit. At some point you may need to think of alternative ways to keep me entertained, but we’ll let you figure that out tomorrow.” She licked her lips daringly.<br/><br/>He mentioned taking an Uber home as a possibility, instead of staying at the hotel, and Kat wondered why. She furrowed her brows and tilted her head. “Since when are you concerned about what I decide to spend my money on?” She questioned, wondering where his frugality was coming from when the money wasn’t even his in the first place. Maybe he didn’t realize she had every intention of paying for him in addition to the rest of the night, but Kat couldn’t be sure.<br/><br/>Then he asked which hotel it was and Kat happily told him, “The Plaza.” Kat leaned over and typed the words into his GPS, then clicked OK when it loaded a direct route to the hotel. She leaned back against the seat and watched Diego as he took it all in. “It is pretty customary for attendees to stay at the hotel after the gala. It might make the papers if the paparazzi catch you leaving without me.” She firmly shook her head. “Can’t afford that. So it’s settled.”