Page 90 of Damaged Mogul
The trimmings are also commendable—frites with shaved grana Padano, drizzled with truffle oil and the hotel’s signature Seriously Good Coleslaw. For dessert, I did a mental happy dance when I saw English raspberry trifle on the menu.
“This is one of the best pulled pork sandwiches I’ve ever eaten,” Gage says. “Seven out of ten? The Königs will be disappointed. Heck, they might end up firing the chef.”
Uh, oh. This game isn’t going like I intended.“I wasn’t talking about the food. I was talking about my first time.”
His head jerks back. “A seven?”
“Yes.” It’s a struggle to keep a straight face.
He narrows his eyes. “I can put you flat on your back on this table and turn that failing grade into a ten in a New York minute.”
“I was pulling your leg. That was a solid one hundred.” Not that I have anything to compare it to, but I’m certain it was.
He drops his half-eaten sandwich on his plate, wipes his messy fingers with the napkin before lifting his eyes to meet mine. “Why didn’t you tell me it was your first time?”
I let out along sigh and mimic him. “Why is that so important?”
“A bed would’ve been a good idea?—”
“I thought you didn’t do predictable.”
“Lily.” He purses his lips.
“What?” I feign innocence.
“That was a little intense for the first time.”
I reach out for his hand. “It wouldn’t have been as raunchy on a bed. It would’ve been like so many other first times. So boring. Sodéjà vu.”
“How do you know, if it was your first time?”
I read a lot of spicy romance books.“Girls talk.”
He nods. “Are you on the birth control?”
I grimace.
“I’m going to take that as a no.”
“I would’ve requested we use a condom,” I say.
He considers me for a thoughtful moment.
I can’t read his expression.
How many women has he been with?
Has he been fucking half of LA?
I give myself a slap upside the head.
Silly Lily.
He’s not a monk. No doubt, the drop-dead gorgeous, powerful, billionaire mogul has been with his fair share of women. Men like that wear condoms.
“I hope I didn’t disappoint you.” The words come flying out of my mouth before Ican catch them.
His eyebrows knit together, his lips turning down into a frown.
