Page 163 of Off Limits Mogul

“I approve.” He flashes me acocky grin.

“Dress?”

Rhys shifts his attention to Flynn. “Love it.”

“Makeup?” Flynn is on a roll.

“Flawless.” Rhys says.

“Lips?”

“Kissable.” Rhys says.

“Can you do a twirl for us, love?” Flint motions with his finger.

I oblige.

“Back?”

I expect Rhys to answer, but instead, the warmth of his body radiates through mine.

My body celebrates the closeness.

When his finger traces the letters of the tattoo, I shiver.

My eyes shoot down my body, freaked out my nipples might give me away, just to remember nipple covers go a long way.

Thank God.

He leans into me and murmurs in my ear. “You take my breath away, dimples.”

I close my eyes so no one witnesses the wave of emotions taking over me.

“We’re going to make history today,” Flint says.

Rhys takes a small step forward, just enough for our bodies to touch. “I agree.”

If his goal in coming here was to mellow me out, mission accomplished. My stomach is no longer tied up in a knot. On the contrary, it’s doing somersaults because he has me all worked up.

“On that note, let’s get started. Come on, boys and girls.” Flint claps his hands like a teacher.

Rhys’s lips flirt with my earlobe. “From this moment on, everythingchanges for you.”

I’m still too overwhelmed to talk. I can only nod.

“You got this.”

I nod again.

There’s a buzz of activity around me as everyone gets into place.

“Jimmy, help the princess get on the stool,” Flint says.

A tall black guy comes running to me and extends his hand.

Talk about star treatment.

I take it and follow him to the middle of the set.