Taming London (Warwick Dragons #1) - Milly Taiden Page 0,20

him relished it, because it felt like a hunt.

Which part of him hated it?

Oh, right.

The part of him that couldn’t just pounce on her.

He was a respectable man, after all. Or in the least, he tried to be.

Sometimes.

Bethany was busy flipping through his phone. He peered over to see what she was doing, and blurted out a cry of protest when he saw she was deleting all of his hook-up apps. She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Sorry, are you standing there sad that I’m deleting your easy access to sex? Did we not just agree that we would work together in making over your image?”

“Well, yes, but…”

“Your mother wants me to be your date to the benefit. Did you know that? She wants it to look like we’re dating. That way you will stop being seen as a fuckboy, and you will be seen as a respectable gentleman who is more than capable of having a committed relationship. That will help you loads when it comes time to find someone to settle down with.”

There was too much to address in everything Bethany had just said. He could tell her that he didn’t plan on settling down anytime soon, but that wasn’t strictly true. He would definitely have to give the impression that he would be settling down to have a few kids. After all, the Warwicks were going to reboot soon, in the next few decades, and he would have to pretend to be his own son. London shook his head. He couldn’t think about it too much, or it gave him a headache.

“Why are you shaking your head at me?” Bethany demanded. “Do you want me to tell your mother you’re being difficult?”

“Please, don’t threaten me with that.” He took a deep breath. “Did she really want you to pretend to be my girlfriend?”

“Yes,” she bit out. “And I won’t be made the fool. Do you hear me, London Warwick? It’s bad enough that my ex was actually cheating on me. But I won’t have that happen again. Even if this,” she gestured between them, “is just for optics. Do you understand me? No more sex with random ladies you pick up in clubs or hook-up apps. Actually, for the next month, no more clubs at all. Pretend that you’re completely content sitting at home, watching Netflix with your PR girlfriend.”

A dirty comment nearly bubbled out of him. It was about sitting, but not so much on a couch. It was more about her sitting on his face. He wondered what she would taste like on his tongue.

“I’m putting my own phone number in here. If you need to call me, do so. But only for emergencies, like let’s say one of your exes messages you that she has a sex tape of you and she’s selling it, or if you come across naked pictures of yourself online.”

“Can I ask you an indiscreet question without you getting mad at me?” London wished he could take his question back. There was no way this would end well for him.

Bethany was already eyeing him suspiciously. “Why do I have a feeling I won’t like this?” she asked. With a shake of her head, she sighed. “Might as well just go ahead and ask me whatever it is you want to know.”

London cleared his throat before running a hand over his chin. He didn’t like thinking about Bethany’s ex. She had a past, just like he did. And really, he was the last person who should pass judgment on another person for having exes. But London didn’t like the idea that a man had been with Bethany and hurt her. It made his skin pull, and his dragon beg for a chance to be let out to crisp up some undeserving flesh. “You mentioned that your ex had made a fool out of you…” He let the rest of the sentence drop.

“You can’t be seriously asking me about this.” She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes for a few seconds. “My live-in boyfriend was cheating on me. In our house. In our bed. I found his companion’s underwear, and it wasn’t a pleasant or a good time for me. Now, that is all I am going to say on this topic. You’re the one with the shady past I have to be aware of in case any public relations nightmare pops out from the shadows.”

“You won’t get any trouble from the women I’ve…” He struggled to find the right word. “The women I’ve