Page 33 of Bully Billionaire Dragon

I hold in a sigh of relief.

“Yeah, you all know Shane. We grew up together, and Taylor, it turns out, is his little sister.”

“Go on,” Lex sits back in his desk chair.

I try to read his expression, but he hides what he is thinking well.

“Well, Taylor and I never really got along too well, especially in our teen years. We butted heads at times. Then she turned eighteen and moved away, and you know the rest.” Lex raises a brow. “She became some hotshot lawyer who is suing us.”

Lex nods. “Right. Right. Well, you will be meeting her for dinner tomorrow night at that Mongolian place up the street around seven.”

I swallow with anticipation.

“Do I have to?” I play it off as if I am not looking forward to it.

Lex tilts his head to the side, “I thought you already agreed to this. Would you rather I send Damon?”

I try not to decline too quickly, but there is no way that I will let Taylor spend a night alone with Damon. She already seems to hate me; I can’t imagine what Damon would say to make her loathe me even more.

“Tomorrow at seven it is.”

Tomorrow can’t come soon enough, my dragon whispers, but I ignore him even though I am thinking the same thing.

“I expect you to deter her from continuing with this case. If you cannot do that, at least get as much information from her as possible.”

“Yes, boss,” I salute Lex.

Lex finally breaks his boss and laughs at my salute.

“You can leave now. I’m a busy guy and have got some important emails to read.”

I leave his office feeling weird.

Half of me is ecstatic that I will be spending more time with Taylor, and the other half is terrified of feelings developing.

What am I to do when I look into her emerald eyes? Am I supposed to act like they don’t affect me?

I shake my head from these thoughts.

There is no way I am letting Taylor Montgomery get to me.

Talking with her can’t nearly be as intoxicating as dancing was.

I have a mission, and I swear I will accomplish it.

I will go to this dinner and smooth talk her into dropping the case.

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The Mongolian restaurant has a chill atmosphere.

There are booth seats instead of tables, which will allow me to sit across from Taylor once she arrives. I usually prefer booths, as they're more comfortable and give you more room to spread out. At a table, it becomes a dilemma. Do I sit next to her or across? Do I pull her chair out or no? Booth seats solve those problems.

My hands sweat as I wipe them on my black slacks before straightening the collar of my dark green dress shirt.

I forwent wearing a suit jacket with the outfit, thinking that would be too formal for the restaurant, and I'm thankful I did since most people are wearing jeans or other casual attire. I might just be the best dressed person here, even if I am overdressed.

It's still ten till seven, and I wipe the perspiration from my brow as I stare at the door.

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