Page 66 of Damaged King

I had to bite my tongue for a second. “How about another reason?” I waited a beat. “You hooked up with my sister.”

Just when I thought I’d checkmated him, he said, “I never slept with her.”

“But,” I sputtered. “She thought you were together.”

“She’s delusional.”

“She’s a lot of things but not crazy.”

He shrugged. “I don’t sleep with clients.”

“You slept with me.”

“You weren’t a client in Dubai.”

I held there a second thinking through our time together. “Is that why you didn’t try anything before?”

Then again, he’d been a gentleman last night, even though I’d crawled into his bed.

“There were many reasons why I didn’t. Least of which was your lack of interest.”

I managed not to show surprise. How could he not tell I’d been drooling over him? I stood up, fearing I was too close.

“Maybe you weren’t that interested in me.”

His hand went to his cock, drawing my eyes. “Why don’t you come over here and judge for yourself my level of interest?”

I tore my eyes from his crotch and met his eyes. “Just sex?”

“You’ve made yourself pretty clear we can’t be anything else. But we’re both adults. We could have some fun.”

I shook my head, not needing to debate this. “You’re dangerous.”

“How?” he asked.

“You just are.”

An inferno grew between our stalemate until he finally said, “Your choice.”

“How about we talk about something else?” I suggested.

“Lunch?”

And just like that, everything changed. I had a moment to regret why I couldn’t trust myself around this man. He wasn’t Cal. The problem was, he was himself, arrogant, undeniably sexy, and captivating. I didn’t think my resolve would last the full fourteen days.

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“How can I help?”Jolie offered.

As hard as I was, having her near wouldn’t help.

“I’m making burgers. I can show you how.”

She moved closer with her intoxicating scent. We got to work assembling the ingredients before mixing them all together.

I asked, “What was your nightmare about?”

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