His hands fly to his face, shielding him. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“You use your title and position to get laid. Dickbags like you give our industry a bad rap.” I jab an accusatory finger at him. Matthew’s good name is being slandered in the press, while this guy consistently abuses his power. The sense of injustice makes me want to drive my fist into his smarmy gut. “Get the fuck out of my face.”
I don’t have to repeat myself.
With his tail between his legs, the record company executive cowers away.
Lily lets out a sigh of relief.
“You okay? He didn’t touch you?”
She bites her lower lip.
“Lily.”
“He silenced me by placing a finger on my lips?—”
“The motherfucker put his filthy hands on you? He needs someone to teach him a lesson. I’m going to track down the degenerate asswipe and rearrange his face.”
Lily places a hand on my arm. “Let it go, Gage.”
I take in deep breaths to control my racing heart, as rage and fury threaten to make me do something I might regret.
Lily’s lips part into a warm smile.
I frown. “What?”
“You.”
My frown deepens.
“No one’s ever stepped up for me like that.”
I didn’t see that coming.
She tilts her head back to meet my gaze, her eyes shimmering under the light. “Thank you, Gage.” She gets on the tip of her toes and drops a soft kiss on my jaw. I’m guessing she was aiming for my cheek, but she’s this little thing.
The unexpected move causes my wires to crisscross.
Goddammit.
Chapter 9
Lily
We’re cruising down LA’s animated streets in the back of Gage’s Rolls Royce.
After my unpleasant encounter with Cadoc Cork Phallusburg, and Gage coming to my rescue like a white-hot knight in bespoke suited armor, we schmoozed for another hour. He introduced me to a parade of industry peers I’ve forgotten. Still, being introduced to his world was exhilarating.
“My girl.”
My mind tripped over those words as my heart banged against my chest like a drum. My mind is still tripping since he uttered them. When he pulled my body against a wall of muscles, the flutters in my belly were so powerful, it took my breath away. The imprint of Gage’s strong hand around my waist will haunt me with lust for days. Weeks, even.
My hero.
He may be grumpy, but Dom is right, there’s a big teddy bear hidden deep inside.
I’m being ridiculous.