Page 111 of Damaged Mogul
I’ve known this woman for less than forty-eight hours, and I’d do anything to keep that smile on her face.
Whoa.
Where the hell did that come from?
You’re out of your fucking mind, Hollingsworth.
“Are you going to tell me how old you are, or do I have to guess?” Her question brings me back to the moment.
“I’m thirty-two.”
“Hmmm.”
“Hmmm, what?”
“Nothing.”
“Liar.”
“You’re still in great shape for a guy your age,” she says.
“You’re begging for me to pin you to this mattress and fuck you until you can’t remember your name. Keep it up and you might get your wish.”
She stares at me with innocent, angelic eyes. “Who says that wasn’t the plan all along?”
“Good God. I’ve created a monster.”
She grins wide.
We lie in silence for several breaths.
I should be itching to bolt out of this hotel room like the roof was on fire, but I’m not. On the contrary, I’m in no rush to let go of this gorgeous woman.
I’ve seen my fair share of fake eyelashes and extensions, and you can tell. I’m not sure what to make of Lily’s eyelashes. “Your eyelashes are stunning.”
“I was born with distichiasis.”
I frown. “What’s that?”
“It’s a genetic disorder that produces an extra row of eyelashes. So, it looks like I’m wearing volumizing mascara twenty-four seven, even when my face is devoid of makeup.”
“There’s so much to know about you.”
“I’m not that interesting.”
“Tsk. Stop selling yourself short.”
“Okay, Daddy?—”
“First, I’m old. Now, I’m your daddy.” I make a face. “Unless you’re referring to a daddy/little girl kink, don’t call me Daddy.”
She giggles. “Let me rephrase that. My genetic disorder is one of the many fascinating things aboutmoi,” she says in a theatrical way.
I chuckle. “Speaking of Lily Schuyler’s many riveting facets, do you have to visit any film schools today?”
“Yes, I do.”
“What time?”
