Taming London (Warwick Dragons #1) - Milly Taiden Page 0,8

speak with you. She said she would let you know about our appointment.”

London’s stare didn’t move away from her eyes, and Bethany had to work very hard to suppress a shiver of pure lust. He retreated back into his flat, leaving the door wide open. Bethany watched as he made his way toward a marble counter and slid a phone into his hand. His agile fingers tapped on the screen, and before long, he sighed deeply.

“Are you going to come in, or are you just going to stay out there all day?” London was looking at her intently, water still dripping onto his shoulders from the tips of his hair.

Was it normal that she wanted to track the wet streaks with her tongue? She cleared her throat again, forcing her hands to remain immobile. She didn’t want to smooth down her skirt or have any other outward signs of nervousness. London was a dragon, and just like his mother, he would be a perceptive being who could guess at her emotions.

She could only hope that he remained blissfully ignorant that she imagined what it would be like to have London take her from behind while she bent over the counter.

“So, my mother sent you to clean up my act, did she?” His words startled her out of her dirty reverie.

“Not quite.” Bethany bristled that she had been reduced to a mere appearance cleaner. She was so much more than that.

“She says here that you’ve known her a long time. If that’s true, how come I never met you?”

“I was living in the US for a while. Hence the American accent. I’ve only just moved here in the last five years. Besides, do you think you would have made time to meet me?” It was a cheap shot, and she knew it. She was a friend of his mother’s, and she was also not the type of woman he was always seen with.

Bethany wasn’t a stick figure. She had hips and valleys of curves, all of which she was damn proud of. She hadn’t inherited her mother’s small and tiny frame, and she was fine with that.

London didn’t seem the least bit phased by her jab. He shrugged one very large, very naked shoulder. “Fine. You’ve got me. What’s the purpose of your visit?”

“I’m sure your mother explained it all.” She pointed to his phone, still loosely clutched in his fingers.

“I’d rather hear it from you.” His handsome face was twisted into a mocking smirk.

Bethany recognized his words for what they were. A taunt. How she could have ever felt attracted to this man was beyond her. There was a reason why people said you should never meet your heroes. Now she understood that on a whole other level.

It was the same for your celebrity crushes.

Don’t meet them; they’ll only let you down.

London Warwick was clearly an arrogant jerk who thought he was god’s gift to the women of the world.

Well, other women might fawn over this celebrity. They might get all flustered because of his insanely good looks. She wouldn’t. She was not going to give him the satisfaction. He got that enough from others.

Bethany closed her heart against London just then, making up her mind that she would no longer come to work in sexy lingerie, just in case. She wasn’t about to let herself be charmed out of her clothes by London Warwick.

She also put a padlock on her sex hormones. No more dirty thoughts, she told her vagina.

Once again, she found herself rolling her shoulders back, and she met his gaze head-on. She wouldn’t let herself be bullied by a rich little boy. No matter how tall, built, and absolutely delicious he was. Bethany would make a list of all of his flaws and focus on that to make sure she didn’t fall for London for real.

The first on the list? He was an arrogant prick who liked to tease.

The second? He thought he could control her with his deep, questioning look.

He had another thing coming.

“As you know, your image in the tabloids has been suffering lately. Your work at the museum has been sub-par, and your last academic paper was not well received. Actually, one of your biggest critics went on the record as to say that you should leave the history field, seeing as you’ve been more interested in chasing skirts. I don’t think Dr. Llyod MacKenzie was entirely right in his assessment of your paper. It wasn’t your best work, true. The research was