Page 24 of Damaged Mogul
He takes a step closer, crowdingmy space.
I take a step back, but my back hits a wall.
“You’re going to ace the program and you’ll be one hot commodity.”
“Your unwavering faith in me is… creepy.”
He laughs.
My statement wasn’t meant to be funny.
“I’ve been in this business long enough to know talent when I see it. Why wait until a competitor snatches you away? I want you all to myself.”
“I’m sorry, but?—”
“If I had to rate you from one to ten, I’d give you a nine, becauseI’mthe one you’re missing to make you a perfect ten.”
God, that was lame.
This time, I don’t suppress the eye roll.
“You’re lucky to be in the right place, at the right time.”
I want to tell this guy off, but making an enemy on day one of arriving in a new city, might not be wise.
“I’ve been watching you since you were talking to the dean—who holds me in high regard, by the way”—this man’s inflated ego matches my father’s—“out of all the girls?—”
“I’m awoman.”
He gives me a onceover that makes my skin crawl. “Indeed. All that to say, I choose you. I want to mentor you.”
Stranger danger.“Mr. Phallusburg, I’m not?—”
He places a finger over my lips, silencing me.
I lower my gaze, going cross-eyed.
Is he touching me?
Yuck.
I’ll have to wash my mouth out with soap a million times. I might also need disinfectant. And bleach.
“Perhaps you could come back to my place so I can show you why my last name isPhallus-burg.” He winks.
Gross.
A deep growl resonates, and a large hand clamps hard on the creep’s shoulder.
The dirty old man squeals like a wounded animal, his face contorting in pain, as he folds over.
Chapter 8
Gage
Icouldn’t keep my eyes off my date?—
She’s not my date.
