Page 10 of Off Limits Mogul

You mean the primal need to run away?“I see.”

“Is it working?” She puckers her lips into something I’m sure she thinks looks sexy. Too bad for her it has zero effect on me.

I tread with caution. “There are so many scents competing for attention at an airport.”

“You’re right.” She shoots me a come-hither look. “Let’s go out tomorrow night and let’s make sure the night ends at myplace. It’ll give us a chance to put the theory to test. You, me, and a lot of‘Eau de Vage’.”

The blatant suggestion knocks me up the side of the head.

I ponder on a suitable answer.

One that won’t offend her.

She keeps talking. “I’ve been hinting at it for a while, Rhys… I hope the message is loud and clear this time around.”

“Philly––” My eyes move over the eager her shoulder. A pair of tone, tanned legs approaching, catches my attention.

Nice.

My gaze travels up the woman’s body, taking in her sexy frayed jeans shorts and form-fitted black sleeveless tank top. Her face is devoid of any trace of makeup, and yet, she’s gorgeous?—

Whoa.

The flecks of gold and green twinkling from her hazel-green eyes give her away.

Keira?

“Rhys?” Although she’s still standing right in front of me, Philly’s voice comes from a distance.

Keira waves, flashing me a brilliant smile.

My heart jackknifes in my throat. I wave back.

I take Keira in as she approaches, a huge grin stretching my lips.

“Do you know her?” I’m aware Philly is annoyed, but I can’t find it in me to care.

“If you’ll excuse me, my new roommate just arrived.”

“You live with a woman?” Philly’s tone goes up several octaves.

“I do now.”

“Why did you lead me on?” Philly’s face is red with anger.

My eyebrows hit my forehead. “Come again?”

“I thought we were going out tomorrow night and endingthe evening at my place to test‘Eau de Vage’and have sex. A lot of dirty sex.” She twists her lips.

How delusional. “I never misled you,” I say. “You proposed dinner. I never agreed.”

“Come on, Rhys, I’m offering you a chance to enjoy myvage.”

God, I hate that word.

“I don’t offer that to every guy… but you’re special… I like you,” she says in a raspy voice, batting her eyelashes at me. She even sticks out her chest as if to sweeten the pot.

“My Saturday night is booked. I’m spending it with her.” I jerk my chin to a smiling Keira. “Have a great weekend, Philly.”