Page 208 of Damaged Mogul
“This room is amazing.” I change the subject before I melt in a puddle of lust. I turn around in a circle, taking it all in.
“The Tottenham Court is Larkin’s private entertainment room. It’s never up for grabs unless it’s for someone in his inner circle.”
I turn around and face the owner of the hotel, clamp my hands in a prayer, and bow.
He lifts his tumbler in response.
Gage—or whomever decorated the room went all out. It’s over the top, but I love it. There’s a huge banner that readsHappy 21stBirthday, Lilycovering a wall—the design sparkles with rose gold, yellow gold, and diamond touches. There’s a parade of helium filled rose gold and happy birthday confetti balloons hanging from the ceiling, a table weighed down with wrapped boxes, and flowers. So many beautiful flowers?—
Wait a minute.
I’ve been so overwhelmed since I set foot in this room, it’s only now I spot the type of flowers decorating the space.
“Those flowers are Yves Piaget roses.”
He nods. “They are.”
I frown. “They’re my favorite flower.”
“So I’ve heard.”
My frown deepens. “Who told you?”
“They’re stunning flowers. I can see why they’re your favorites,” he says. “The large headed rose is unique. It could pass as a peony, but it would be a mistake to compare the two flowers. The rose has an incredibly strong fragrance—which I can attest to—and the vibrant raspberry pink petals stand out.”
My eyebrows lift to my hairline.
“How did you know I preferred Yves Piaget roses and how do you know so much about the flower?”
“A woman I know gave me a basic 101 course.”
Is the woman he’s referring to, Enid?
She’s becoming a thorn in my side.
I hate to admit, though, she was spot on.
I’m about to drill him with more questions when he lifts a finger.
He pulls out his phone and sends off a quick text.
“Speaking of which, I invited Enid to your party.”
He invited the woman he ditched me for last night to my party?
Why?
I don’t even know her.
“Is Enid a friend?”
“Let me go get her.”
What kind of answer is that?
He turns to the DJ and does the universal throat slashing sign to cut off the music.
Why is he making such a fuss over Enid?
