Page 37 of Dirty Temptation

But it’s not.

I want her to know I’m not some trust fund kid who lives off Daddy’s credit card.

First, I inherited a fuck ton from my mother and have shares in both my mom’s and dad’s companies —two of the biggest in the United States.

You can’t help who your parents are.

Second, I worked hard to get the best grades in school and prove myself when I began interning at WME.

No, I will never starve.

Yes, I have more money than any human ever needs.

But I don’t spend my days in front of a webcam dancing or some fucking thing, riding off the back of my famous surname. Nor am I out partying and being hunted by the media because of my shitty behavior.

I could have had some Chinese company create a bunch of makeup and called it Montgomery somefuckingthing and made millions.

No.

I didn’t do any of those things.

I got my design degree and worked hard to get respect from my peers. And this year I was given the opportunity to lead the spring/summer collection. So far, it’s a huge success.

Still want the award though.

“You designed this season’s line?” Molly asks and I like that I hear awe in her voice. “That blue dress with the”—she does this crisscross thing over her chest—“halter design?”

I nod.

It would look gorgeous on her too.

“Atlas designed my wedding dress,” Payton says, sitting on the other side of me.

I watch Molly and have this need for her to be impressed.

I want to tell her my designs are hanging alongside fashion names women around the world dream of owning. Having a Verity & Co. piece in their wardrobe is a luxury fashion statement.

One very few could afford.

I want to dress her in my designs and see her walking around feeling like a million dollars.

With her figure and beauty, she would.

Molly is shorter than your average model with softer curves, but none of that matters. To me she’s perfect.

God I like her.

Fuck Greg.

I’m not sure I can sit this one out.

I want her.

“Neither of them will tell me what it looks like either,” Knox says. “I swear if there is too much cleavage I will knock your head off your shoulder.”

I smirk and this time I’m kinder to the chicken as I take another bite.

“It is exactly what I want, and you will love it, Knox Montgomery.”

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