Page 119 of Damaged Mogul
Does he treat all his hookups this way? Nonetheless, I’m touched.
He lifts his half sandwich.
I do the same.
He taps his sandwich against mine.
I laugh. “I didn’t even know that was a thing.”
“Stick with me, kiddo, and I’ll be sure to cross many firsts off your list while you’re here.”
You’re doing a bang-up job of it.
I bite into my sandwich, and moan.
Sweet baby Jesus.
The medley of flavors hits my taste buds.
Heaven in my mouth.
“This is ridiculous,” I say around a bite, pointing at the sandwich.
Gage takes a bite of his. He nods while chewing. “You’re right. This is delicious.”
“I swear to God, I’m never going back to New York,” I say. “I don’t understand how Michaela isn’t the size of a baby elephant.”
Gage chuckles.
“I mean, seriously. She has access to these culinary delights anytime she’s at the hotel, which means five times a week she’s exposed to endless temptations. I don’t know how she does it. The woman has some serious willpower. I’m not that strong. I’d crack under the pressure.” I let out a suffering sigh. “My name is Lily Schuyler and I’m a glutton for great food.”
He offers a genuine smile that lights up his face.
It’s so rare, and I cherish the gift.
I respond with a small smile.
We stare at each other for a long beat.
I’m the first to break eye contact. If I don’t, I’ll melt––and not because of the heat.
For the next several minutes, we devour our sandwiches in silence.
Gage’s eyes are on me.
The unabashed yearning I read in them is unsettling.
I do my best to hold his gaze, but I waver a few times. When I’m courageous enough to stare right back, the intensity emanating from his eyes is dizzying. It makes me feel like I’m the center of his universe.
As usual, my eyes are bigger than my stomach. It’s because Gage is too distracting. I can only finish half of my sandwich. Gage on the other hand is blazing right through the food. After finishing two muffaletta sandwiches, his attention moves to the roast beef one.
“Do you want a bite?”
“Sure.” I offer my plate.
“Unh-uh. I want you to crawl on your hands and knees.”
My eyes widen. “Crawl?”
