Taming London (Warwick Dragons #1) - Milly Taiden Page 0,12

playboy, but he was also the intellectual who enjoyed spirited and educated debates. He loved sex, but he also found it empty lately, as he spent his nights with a new woman.

If he could verbally spar and then have sex with the same woman, a woman like Bethany Russo, who gave as good as she got, could he be happy? Could it curb his boredom?

Yes, you idiot, his dragon roared. You fucked this up for us. Fix it.

London had to figure his shit out if he was going to go around, telling nice public relations women to ride his dick. He shuddered at the memory of it.

He ran a hand over his chin, trailing it to the back of his neck. He got to his feet and lumbered over to the small table where Bethany had placed her business card. He picked up the thin piece of paper. It wasn’t the thick cardstock material he had been expecting. That could only mean that Bethany’s PR company was a fledgling venture, and she didn’t have the capital to spring for the very good cards.

It gave him an idea.

He pulled his phone from his back pocket and dialed the number he was looking for. It only took a few moments to set up his apology, but he smiled to himself.

It would work.

Soon, Bethany Russo would be calling him, and then they could start on her ridiculous plan to save his career and image.

Not that he genuinely believed that his life was in danger of crumbling. This plan smelled of his mother’s overprotective streak. The truth of it was that London could fuck up all he wanted. In a few years, he would be able to reset his life, and his mistakes wouldn’t matter anymore.

He had lived too long to feel like his actions had any real consequences. What he couldn’t deal with or fix? He just threw money at it.

Chapter Six

London

London had already showered twice and worked out once, so either of those activities was off the table. But he knew he had to do something. He had to move or keep his mind busy.

Every passing second was too quiet and replayed his disrespectful exchange with the lovely Bethany Russo.

He had sincerely hoped that sending her the new and improved business cards would assuage some of the guilt he felt about his crassness, but it hadn’t really done anything.

Maybe, he said to himself, he would feel better about it as soon as Bethany called him to thank him for the nice reparative gesture.

And she would call. She had to.

If anything else, they had a benefit to plan together. Didn’t she have to manage him and tell him all about his naughty behavior and how he had to fix it? Bethany had to talk to him for that to happen.

It wouldn’t do to just sit there and stew in his anxiety. It was a new feeling for him, and it wasn’t one he liked very much. With a loud grunt, he grabbed his phone, and he asked James to meet him at his office at the museum. He needed something to do, and just maybe showing up at work would get his creative juices flowing.

Instead of taking his car, a luxury sports edition that cost more than a house, he had the guard in the lobby call him a car service. As soon as the sleek black car pulled to the curb, London opened the door and told the driver to head to the Warwick Natural History Museum.

The building was massive and beautiful. It was the perfect combination of old and new. It was an architectural wonder that had been designed by none other than his brother, Paris. Of course, he had gone by a different name then. But it was his brother’s work nonetheless. The large gray stones were always clean and oozed age and history. The front entrance was stylized like an old temple with massive pillars, each carved with an animal or historical figure that had been important to English and European history. Two large lions were the centerpiece, but the dragon to the left was also formidable. Most people assumed it was the red dragon of Wales. That particular statue was off to the left. The giant dragon with its head pointed upward was every bit Alfonse Warwick. His father and the patriarch of the Warwick family.

Paris had had a hell of a time convincing their father to shift and to stay completely still while he sketched him out