Page 19 of Damaged Mogul
“You’re not what I expected either.”
I cock an eyebrow. “What were you expecting?”
She shakes her head. “You go first,” she says. “Why did you tell me that at the bar?”
I weigh my words. “I expected you to be the female version of your half-brothers?—”
“Bratty, snooty, spoiled, arrogant, and entitled?”
“That’s a good beginning to the list.”
She laughs.
The timbre of that laugh travels all the way to my balls.
“If you were expecting a prima donna, I’m sorry, but you’ll be thoroughly disappointed.”
That statement right there heightens her attractiveness a millionfold.
“Good to know,” I say. “Now, it’s your turn.”
“I expected you to be like my other chaperones.”
“Other chaperones? I thought this was your first time in LA.”
“It is, but my father has been shopping around colleges.”
She tells me all about the loser chaperones.
“I’m straight, but you’d never catch me in such a compromising situation with a woman,” I say. “I don’t have children, so you don’t have to worry about me being a perverted old man with incestuous tendencies. And I’m not even going to touchthat last one.” I shake my head. “The guy wanted to pump his stomach with beans before inviting you to get down and dirty in the hopes of killing you with flatulence? The nerve.”
Lily laughs, and laughs, and laughs.
She places a hand on my arm, as if bracing herself for a second bout of laughter.
The contact is ten times worse than before.
A tremor of awareness reverberates up my arm, traveling at light speed to my cock. For a moment, I can’t concentrate past her touch. The urge to lean in and kiss her is overwhelming.
Scratch that.
The need to claim her mouth is all-consuming.
Fisher’s face flashes in front of my eyes.
I chastise myself and force myself to remember who this woman is, but she’s making it easy to forget she isn’t a woman I can conquer.
Stay the fuck away, Hollingsworth.
Lily Schuyler is untouchable.
Chapter 6
Gage
Lucky for me, Lily kept her focus on the streets of LA for the duration of the ride. We didn’t have far to go at that point, but it was enough time for me to find my composure and coax my cock to behave. I thought for sure the spell was broken until I helped her out of the car. When she glanced up to thank me, I lost myself in her stunning eyes.
There’s no such thing as purple eyes. I know that, but gazing into this woman’s eyes, I’m not so convinced. Her eyes have the same gem-like beauty as amethyst under sunlight.
