Page 17 of Damaged Mogul
Don’t make it sexual.
And… I make it sexual.
Images of ramming Lily’s sweet pussy flash in front of my eyes.
Oh, honey, I can guarantee you’d be satisfied.
“To answer your earlier question,” I say after a long beat, my voice gravelly, “your father is one of my big advertisers.”
A little wrinkle of alarm knits her brow. “I had no clue. My father prefers to keep me in the dark.”
“My headquarters are located on the fourteenth floor of a glass building on Sunset Boulevard in West Hollywood, aka the Sunset Strip. But I have another office in New York. When I work on the East Coast, I meet up with him for lunch, a drink, or dinner when our schedules coordinate. I’ve also met your…”
“Half-brothers.”
“Yes.” I nod. “Fisher didn’t say much about you when he asked me for the favor.”
“I’m not surprised.” Bitterness coats her words.
“I assume you’re single or else your boyfriend would’ve doubled as your bodyguard.”
“That’s funny.” She scoffs. “Yes, I’m single.”
An unreasonable sense of satisfaction washes over me.
“What about you?” She arches a brow. “Are you single?”
I flash her my left hand. “I’m a certified bachelor.”
“You adhere to the same mentality as my half-brothers––if you’re rich enough to be offered a Black American Express, why settle down? It’s futile. The divorce from hell that surely will come out of the marriage isn’t worth it. It’s far less expensive to play the field—plenty of gorgeous, available women who are more than happy with a one-night fling.”
There’s so much in that statement.
“I’m nothing like your half-brothers.” That comes out a little harsher than intended. “I’m not in a place where I can commit.”
“Got it.”
A long awkward silence passes between us.
“You and my father aren’t close friends?”
“We aren’t.”
“What about my half-brothers?”
“Same.”
From the few times I’ve rubbed shoulders with the Edgington spawn, I wouldn’t willingly hang out with them. The Edgington men are an acquired taste.
She narrows her eyes, considering me whilst licking her bottom lip with a tongue that’s too damn cute. “Gage… can I ask for a favor?”
I swallow. “Sure.”
“Is it possible not to mention my father while I’m here?”
I nod like a puppy. “Your wish is my command.”
I’m rewarded with a smile more brilliant than the California sun.
