Page 21 of Off Limits Mogul

“This is living it large,” she says with a calculated nod.

“You get to enjoy it too.” I tap the tip of her nose.

Amusement shines bright in her eyes. “Is that my new nickname?”

“You were complaining about Cocoa Puffs.”

“I guess it’s an upgrade,” she says.

“It is.”

“As for your invitation, trust me, I intend to make good use of your lounging pool, but I need to buy a bathing suit first.”

Unbidden, my mind is assaulted by a series of saucy images of her parading in a rainbow of different sexy-as-all-fuck bikinis.

Dammit.

I was doing so well, but now, my mind goes into the gutter again.

The tour ended when Keira’s stomach started to growl. She insisted on a shower first. Since she arrived without luggage, she ended up wearing one of the souvenir t-shirts she bought for me. I gave her a pair of my boxer briefs since my shorts were huge on her. I ditched the suit for more casual clothes, then I made my way back down to the kitchen.

While she was freshening up, I was getting everything ready. Thank God for skilled chefs. I planned on eating in the dining area, but she didn’t want me to fuss. We enjoyed a succulent late dinner at the granite kitchen island. Keira practically inhaled her food.

“More Perrier?” I lift the bottle.

“Yes, please.”

I top her glass and mine.

After such a long flight, she was worried wine would knock her out.

“Thanks again for the iPhone,” she says for the tenth time since I handed it to her.

“It’s nothing.”

After hanging up with Noah, I texted my executive assistant. Keira’s new phone was waiting for me when I got back to LA.

“Don’t kid yourself. I may have been hiding in a monastery for seven months, but I know how much a new iPhone costs. I also know this is the latest model.”

“Anything you need, ask. Don’t hesitate. Like I said,mi casa es su casa.” I wink.

“You’re the best.” Her shy smile blossoms into a full-on grin. Her hazel-green eyes dotted with sparks of gold lock onto mine. “I can’t thank you enough, Rhys.”

She reaches for my hand but changes her mind.

A shiver races down my spine at the near touch.

Before she left LA, she hated me.

The tide has turned.

“I likesu casaand I lovesu chef.” She looks down at her empty plate. “That meal was out of this world—such a decadent departure from the frugal vegetarian meals we ate at the monastery.”

Ah. That explains the weight loss.

“I’m glad you liked it,” I say.

“I’ve been here a New York minute and already I feel so pampered.” She smiles at me.