Page 54 of Damaged Mogul
I stare Gage up and down as if he’s a figment of my imagination.
My heart flips over in my chest.
“Hey, Cesar, I didn’t know you were giving private dancing lessons,” Gage says. “Trying to fund your retirement?”
“Nah, I’m in the business of making dreams come true,” he says. “Salsa dancing was on Lily’s bucket list, so I obliged.” Cesar scours the dance floor before meeting Gage’s gaze. “My wife pushed me into it, but that’s between you and me.”
Cesar laughs.
My brain registered his joke, but I’m too shellshocked to crack a smile.
He’s here.
Gage moves his attention to me.
Holy hotness on legs.
For a second, I go stupid, gawking at him.
Those green eyes have the ability to make me weak in the knees.
Yesterday, he was the definition of suit porn, but today… the man is a walking Adonis.
Dear God, save me.
I’m not sure how that’s even possible, but he looks morebadass than he did yesterday even though he ditched the bespoke suit. He’s dressed down in a gray Burberry shirt with the first two buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his chest and?—
Gage has tattoos?
Visible colorful tattoos also peek from the folded cuffs, flashing the brand’s trademark nova check fabric.
Gage was hiding a badass secret.
He’s so out of my league.
My father doesn’t rub shoulders with men who sport tattoos— I guess I can’t say that. A suit and buttoned up shirt do a smashing job at hiding a man’s edgier side.
My father turns his nose up at the entertainment industry and people who choose to sully their skin by marking it with vulgar ink.
My closed off bodyguard is becoming an even bigger enigma.
I wonder if the tattoos only run along his arms, or does he also have them on his back and chest.
I continue my inspection.
The shirt is snug around his wide chest and huge arms.
Gage completes the casual-but-oh-so-hot look with black jeans and kickass black shoes.
He’s gorgeous. And he exudes such raw masculinity, it’s bewildering.
It’s unfair how beautiful this man is to me.
He might not have Beckett’s or Phoenix’s perfect features, but that’s what makes him so hot.
“Hey,” he says.
A blush creeps from the tip of my toes to the top of my head.
