Page 36 of Damaged Mogul
Chapter 12
Lily
After closing the door, I lean against it with my eyes shut for so long, I lose track of time. I’mconsumed by that near-kiss, reliving the memory in my head. I might not be experienced, but even I know, Gage Hollingsworth was going to kiss me.
And I would’ve let him.
I bet Gage’s relationship with my father caused him to change his mind.
At least, I hope that’s the reason.
It’s as if I can’t go far enough from my father without him still pulling the strings to my life. Even if I were to fly to the moon, he’d still be my puppet master.
Argh.
That brief bit of attention from Gage lit me up like a firecracker.
My skin is still tingling.
I’m used to a man with power. I’m not used to ahotman with power.
With a groan, I push off the door, drop my bag on the console,and kick off my heels, as I stride through the elegantly appointed suite. I enter the bedroom, flip the light switch with my elbow, and stroll to the full-length mirror to remove my pretty dress.
Before I do, I admire myself.
This expensive dress makes up for him being so callous about forgetting another milestone in my life.
I was never brave enough to confront my father about not acknowledging my sixteenth and eighteenth birthdays. This is my act of defiance. He’ll get the message loud and clear when he receives the credit card statement.
With a sigh, I unzip the dress, let it pool at my feet, bend to pick it up, walk to the wardrobe and hang it. As I walk by the mirror again, I stop.
I’m in nothing but bra, panties, and necklace. The soft pink French Appliqué lingerie showcases my body in such a way. I’ve never felt prettier.
Scratch that.
I’ve never felt sexier.
Is Gage a legs man?
An ass man?
A boob man?
Does a short girl with raven hair have a chance with Gage Hollingsworth?
I shake my head.
He must only date tall, leggy, blonde-supermodel-types with double D’s. God knows a whole army of them walk the streets of LA. A bunch of them were at tonight’s event.
I shouldn’t even be entertaining these questions that cloud my mind like a new obsession.
But that doesn’t stop me.
I run my fingers along the bra’s lace detailing, eliciting a throb between my legs.
Would he love this lingerie on me?
The expression on his handsome face as he held my gaze had me hot and bothered. His eyes were veiled with something I couldn’t pinpoint. They were much darker than I’d seen them earlier. More menacing. Dangerous, even.
