Page 71 of Damaged Mogul
I flinch. “No, I’m not.”
He shoots me a side-gaze. “You’re sure about that, angel?”
I love the nickname he has for me. “Are you having second thoughts?”
“One thing you should know about me, when I make up my mind about something, shy of a catastrophe that’s out of my control, it’s game on.”
“Noted.”
“I meant what I said earlier. I want more of you, Lily. Nothing could change my mind about that.”
An eruption that could rival any Fourth of July firework explodesinside me.
He’s not promising to pick the moon for me, but that declaration does something to me. Maybe I’m a silly girl, but I sense he’s not the type to bullshit. No political verbal prowess to get me to bed.
He’s not using me as leverage to get something out of my father.
What a change.
He wants me for me.
Me.
A cloud of sexual tension floats inside the car, so palpable, I could reach out and hug it.
Until yesterday, I didn’t know what it meant to have chemistry with someone.
As it stands, Gage Hollingsworth is the sun, and I’m a planet floating around his orbit.
I’m wet again.
I’ve never been this aware of my body’s reaction to a man in my life.
I want this man beyond reason.
His car pulls up in front of the Pompadour Hotel.
We’re here.
My stomach bounces with nerves.
“Wait for me. I’ll come around.”
I shift in my seat. “Okay.”
He climbs out of the car, hands his keys to the valet, and rounds the front of the vehicle. He opens the door and extends a hand.
The man is unfairly hot, smoldering with swagger, style, and sexiness.
A beastanda gentleman.
He helps me out.
Gage places a hand on the small of my back and guides me towards the entrance. It’s a struggle to keep up with him. Hisgait is so much longer and faster than mine, I have to run on my tippytoes to keep up.
“Sorry,” he says. “I’m walking too fast.”
“Short legs and all,” I say. “And skyscraper heels.”
