Tell Me You're Mine (The British Billionaires #1) - J. S. Scott Page 0,25

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Deep down, beneath my mortification about acting like a twit because I’d been intoxicated, I’d wanted him to want to see me again.

“He was that hot?” Kylie questioned as we continued to move at the pace of a very slow turtle to get out of the pickup area.

“He’s…” My mouth snapped closed as I saw a guy putting his suitcase in the back seat of a dark luxury vehicle. “Oh, shit! He’s here.”

“Where?” Kylie asked as she craned her neck to look around. “Is that him?” She pointed at Damian as he opened the front passenger door to get inside the car.

I nodded. “That’s him.”

I groaned as we drove past the vehicle, and I tried not to wonder who was in the driver’s seat.

What if he was lying? What if he really is married?

“Um…he’s definitely hot,” Kylie said slowly. “But it couldn’t possibly have been that guy who was riding with you in the business section of Transatlantic Airlines.”

“It was,” I insisted. “That was Damian. I never did get his last name.”

“Holy shit! He actually told you that his name was Damian?”

I shot her an exasperated look. “Of course. That’s his name. Why are you acting so weird?”

“Because he’s the last person I thought your mystery man might be.”

I wanted to study her face, try to gage what Kylie was thinking, but the inside of her vehicle was too damn dark. “You know him?”

It was possible, I supposed. Kylie had lived in Los Angeles for a couple of years while she was married. But what were the chances of her running into someone she knew here? There were literally millions of people in this city and the surrounding areas.

“I don’t know him personally, but I know of him,” she answered carefully.

“Then tell me what you know.” Even though my chances of meeting up again with Damian were nonexistent, I still wanted to know more about him.

Kylie took a deep, audible breath. “Once you told me about bombing your presentation, I got curious and started to do some digging about the family.”

“Did you see the scandalous picture?”

“Oh, I did. The guy might be a disgusting man-whore, but he’s got a really nice ass,” she said mischievously. “It’s weird, but there’s almost nothing else about him on the net. I had to dig pretty hard, but I finally found a photo of him on a business website. But it wasn’t a naked picture.”

“So what does all of this Lancaster research have to do with Damian?”

“Turns out, Damian Lancaster is just as hot as that guy you met on the plane.”

“He is?” Okay, maybe it was a little hard to believe that the CEO of Lancaster International was that attractive, but sometimes Kylie and I had different tastes.

“Yep. As a matter of fact, that man by the car back there was definitely Damian. His full name is Damian Lancaster. If you’re totally certain that he was the guy who sat next to you, then you shared a hot kiss with the Lancaster man-whore.”

CHAPTER 9

Damian

I WAS COMPLETELY KNACKERED as I pushed open the front door of the Beverly Hills house that was owned by Lancaster International.

My corporation owned homes in many locations, mostly the places that had a Lancaster office nearby, which meant that we had residences in almost every country in the civilized world.

“Dylan!” I barked in a loud voice that carried through the ultra-modern home.

I was exasperated when I got no reply.

“Let me take your bags to your room so Anita can get you unpacked, sir,” my driver’s voice insisted from behind me.

I nodded gratefully at the older man. “Thank you, Clarence. Do you have any idea where my wayward twin brother might be?”

Clarence and Anita had been the caretakers for the Beverly Hills mansion since it had been acquired several years ago, and the husband-and-wife duo were more like family than employees. The two of them had been with the Lancaster family in some capacity for as long as I could remember. I’d grown up with the two of them working at our estate in Surrey. When the opportunity had come up for them to relocate to the warmer climate of California to be the caretakers for our residence here, neither one of the British natives had hesitated to move. They’d left England without a backward glance.

“He was in the pool area before I left for the airport, Mr. Lancaster. You may still catch him there. But if you don’t mind my saying so, your brother seems to be…in a mood.”