Page 53 of Damaged Mogul

“Please.” Collin rolls his eyes. “Being Latino isn’t a prerequisite to having the right moves. You either have it or you don’t, and I have it in spades.” Mr. Casanova’s gaze travels the length of my body. “Your outfit… could stop traffic.”

“Thank you.”

To Mikki’s credit, I’ve received a lot of attention from men tonight. More than I expected.

Even if my luggage had arrived when I did, I wouldn’t have anything remotely close to this in it. This outfit screams LA. I had an outfit selected for tonight, but the sisterhood vetoed it, stating it was toogood girlfor the City of Angels. Since Dom and I are the same size, she shoved an outfit she bought, but never wore, in my hands, pushed me in the bathroom, and ordered me to change.

After staring at myself in the mirror for an eternity, uncertain if I had the courage to pull off the daring outfit, I stepped out of the bathroom.

The sisterhood approved with cheers and thumbs up. Their reaction gave me wings.

“That outfit”—another onceover—“requires a bodyguard,” Collin says. “Allow me to post my candidature for the job.”

“Everyone is so friendly here.” I smile. “I’m sure I don’t have to worry.”

“These guys are my buddies, but make no mistake about it, lovely Lily, they can be wolves. It’s best if I stay close by.”

“Lily has a bodyguard,” Cesar says.

“You?” Collin scoffs.

An evil smile splits Cesar’s lips. “Gage is watching over her while she’s in Los Angeles.”

Since he isn’t here at present, that’s not accurate.

Collin’s head jerks back. “Gage?”

Cesar nods. “Yes.”

All color drains from Collin’s face. “You know what, I should go and wish Rhys a Happy Birthday again,” he says. “Catch you later, Lily.”

“Catch you—” The rest of my sentence dies on my lips.

Mr. Casanova bolts to the other side of the club so fast, I swear I saw cartoon puffs of smoke coming off his feet.

“Collin couldn’t stay away from a gorgeous woman even if his life depended on it,” my dance instructor says.

“I’m flattered. I think.”

Cesar laughs. “He’s a little bit much, but he’s harmless.”

“Noted.”

The music changes to another sexy salsa beat.

Thank God I had the good sense to pull my curtain of raven-black hair into an updo. Had I not, I’d be blinded rightnow. My eyes are trained to the floor to avoid stepping on Cesar’s polished shoes, as I’m so determined to get it right.

“You should hold your dance partner’s eyes,” Cesar says.

“I will.” My eyes remain glued to my feet.

He chuckles.

With my attention focused on my feet, I repeat the steps in my head.

“Collin, I thought you got the message the first— Gage,hermano, you’re here.”

My eyes shoot up.