Page 31 of Off Limits Mogul

I get to admire him from the front––all six-feet-two inches of him.

Under the morning light, Rhys’s stunning glacier-blue eyes are translucid under his dark brows and damp brown hair. Last night’s five o’clock shadow is now a scruffy beard. The dark stubble dusting his square jaw only adds to the appeal.

I take the rest of him in with one languorous eye-sweep––his broad shoulders, the lines of muscle wrapping his arms, accentuated by the tattoos, and his six-pack. His running shorts hang low enough for me to salivate over the carved lines of his V-muscle. I also get a glimpse of the happy trail of brown hair disappearing under the shorts.

Heavenly Father.

“Are you checking me out?” His grin is playful, bad-boyish. Lethal.

Uh, uh-huh.“I didn’t mean to objectify you––I mean stare…”

He rewards my sass with a pantie-melting smile.

“I couldn’t help but notice the new ink. They were hiding underneath the long-sleeves of the shirt you were wearing last night.”

“I keep getting new ink whenever the mood strikes,” he says.

“They look good on you.”Amazing, really.

“Thanks.”

He stalks towards me.

I take a step back.

I can handle that much hotness at a distance. Close up? Hell, no.

“Just a little housekeeping,” he says. “If we’re going to live together, you can’t look at me like that when I’m shirtless.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’ve never seen a sexy man before.”

“You’re full of yourself.” I roll my eyes.

“Gotcha.”

We both laugh.

“You’re not mad at me anymore?” I pull against my earlobe.

“You want to know if I’m going to kick you out?”

I nod. “I can understand if you don’t want me here.”

“You pissed me off last night, Keira.”

I wince.

“I was fuming.”

“I’m so sorry, Rhys. I shouldn’t have said those awful things to you. You didn’t deserve it… not after the hospitality you showed me.”

“Damn right you shouldn’t have,” he says. “While we’re on the subject, I don’t bring women back to my house. Ever. So, you don’t have to worry about a parade of fucks while you’re living with me.”

The words sting, but I asked for it.

“I don’t have a merry-go-round of women coming in and out of my home. If I was seeing someone, I’d have enough respect for you—and her—to tell you.”