This needs to end.
“Pleasure is all mine.”Damon smiles like a dirty old man.
“Hello.Boy, you look almost alike despite not being blood related.”
“Wait until you meet Derek, his cousin.The two of them are like twins,” Damon tells her, shaking her hand.
Gemma coughs, her eyes bulging.“Oh, that’s...great?”
I let out a groan, and Damon smirks at me.
Crap.
No man in the history of ever wants his male relatives to know that he likes a girl.Not that Ilikeher.Clearly, I like her...I’d fuck her morning, noon, and night if she’d let me.
It just won’t lead to...
My point is, I don’t want Derek or Damon to sniff out my weakness.Gemma is my kryptonite.I’m man enough to admit it.
And it’s a problem I will deal with.
Soon.
“Well.”I sigh casually.“We’re in the middle of a business meeting, so I need to cut this short,” I lie.
Damon’s smirk stretches wider.“Is that right?”
Take the hint, motherfucker.
Gemma nods, and I nearly kiss her.
“Then I will leave you both to yourbusiness.Very nice to meet you, Gemma.”
Leave.
He rubs a thumb over his bottom lip, a classic Damon move when he’s thinking about a woman’s panties.Which means he has three seconds before I punch his lights out.
“Goodbye,” I grind out.
Laughing, he slaps me on the back and chuckles as he walks off.
I sit and take a big sip from my glass of wine.
“What was that about?”Gemma frowns.
“Do you have any siblings?”I take another sip.
“Yes.Belinda.My younger sister.”She smiles, and I feel myself relaxing once more.
“Tell me about her.”
“She’s prettier than me, smarter, and probably someone you’d want to date.”
“I don’t date.”I lower my brows, hating what she’s insinuating.That she’s not my type.
That I’m not her type.
“So you say.”Gemma plays with her fork.
