Page 128 of Off Limits Mogul

On cue, my girl busts into the room.

I cock a brow. “That’s what you call a costume?”

“It is tonight.” Her sly smile is dangerous.

She traded the bathrobe for a fitted black suit. The blazer hits her at the waist and the skirt hits her below the knee. She paired the suit with a silky top, heels and fishnet stockings––all in white. She looks classy and vampy.

“Where’s your glove?”

Her grin matches mine. “You’ve watched the video?”

“You bet.”

“This idea came to me this afternoon, so I didn’t have time to scour the city for the eighties must-have fashion statement in question. Is that going to be a problem?”.

“If you give me a good show, it won’t.”

“I plan to.” Her attention moves to the ceiling.

“What is it?”

“Here I am talking and half the song has played. I haven’t even asked you to turn on the flat screen TV.”

I’m confused. “I’m supposed to watch TV while watching you do whatever it is you’re going to do?”

“I was going to play the music video while dancing.”

“I must’ve watched Joe Cocker’s‘You Can Leave Your Hat On’video with the striptease scene a million times. I’ve memorized Kim Basinger’s every move. As sexy as she is, I want to seeyourmoves,” I say. “No TV.”

She seems relieved. “I was feeling the pressure. Kim is a hard act to follow,” she says. “At least now, I can improvise.”

“Silly girl,” I say. “I’m not dating Kim. I’m dating you.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back, then.”

And, she’s gone.

She starts the song again and runs back into the room.

“Okay, we’re set.”

She’s a bit frazzled.

I chuckle.

“FYI, you’re not supposed to laugh.” She frowns in discontentment. “This is supposed to be sexy.”

“The song is halfway through,” I say as she stands there and scolds me.

Her hands go flying in the air before landing on her thighs with a thump.

“Go fetch your phone.”

She frowns.

“I’m not putting an end to the entertainment portion of the evening,” I say. “Let me be your DJ.”

She rewards me with a dazzling smile. “Okay.”