Page 16 of Off Limits Mogul

An awkward silence stretches between us as we keep walking.

“Your car must’ve cost a hundred thousand dollars.” She veers the conversation as she closes in on my vehicle.

The base model is two hundred thousand dollars, but no need to bog her down with numbers.

“It’s a luxury vehicle,” I say.

“What model of Benz is it?”

I disable the alarm. “It’s a Mercedes-Maybach.” I open the door to let her in.

“I’m proud of you, Rhys.” She slips into the passenger seat.

I place her bag in the back seat behind her. “Right back at ya there, kid.”

“Please,” she says. “I ran away from my career because I couldn’t handle it.”

“You’re being too hard on yourself.”

She shrugs.

I close the door and circle the metallic black car. After removing my suit jacket and placing it neatly on the backseat, I slide behind the wheel. As I place a hand on the stick shift, I catch sight of those toned, tanned legs.

Goddammit.

I want to feel how soft those legs are or even see how they would look wrapped around––

Put a lid on it.

With herculean effort, I rein in my inappropriate thoughts. Desperate to regulate my body’s heat, I play with the A/C, turning it way up. Chivalry demands I make sure she’s okay with the temperature, but I need to cool the hell down.

As cold air blows into the car, my eyes are drawn back to her legs like a goddamn magnet.

You’re supposed to watch over her. Not lust after her.

Listening to the voice of reason, I drag my gaze away from the embodiment of temptation and rev up the engine.

I curse the hour drive back to Manhattan Beach.

Those legs are going to fuck with my head every other mile.

The memory of her ass encased in her jean shorts will haunt me all damn night and feature prominently in my dirty dreams. The same goes for her gorgeous legs.

Chapter 4

Keira

And the Oscar for the best hug ever goes to Rhys Hartford.

Thank God he cranked up the A/C.

I desperately need to cool down.

My body is still humming like an electric generator after that bear hug. I could’ve stayed wrapped up in his arms forever.

My eyes drop, and the manly hand clutching the stick shift becomes an obsession.

I loved the feel of them on my bare shoulders.