Page 32 of Off Limits Mogul

My heart skips a beat at those last words.

It’s like a sliver of hope.

“Okay.”

“I understand you’re all grown-up…” His eyes brush down the length of my body––pausing a little too long at my breasts––before meeting my gaze again. “And you have needs, but I stand firm. I don’t want any assholes running around in my house. I don’t need to know––”

“I was talking shit. I’d never disrespect you like that.”

“Good.” He considers me for a long beat. “You’re going to need new clothes.”

I look down at my body. “You don’t like my fashion selection?”

“You’re too pretty to wear baggy, unflattering clothes.”

I blush.

“Let me go for a swim, then we’ll have breakfast and I’ll hire a chauffeured car so I can pick up my car.”

“What happened to your car?”

“It’s parked at one of my favorite hangouts. I had a few too many to drink while I was processing last night’s blowout, so I couldn’t drive home.” Another wave of guilt washes over me. “I could use one of my other cars, but I don’t want to leave the Benz there all day.”

“My bitchy outburst was uncalled for.” I hang my head low. “I’m such an idiot. Thank you for not throwing me out on my ass.”

He places two fingers underneath my chin, forcing my gaze to his.

“I won’t renege on my word to your brother.”

“Thank you.”

“This roommate arrangement is as new for you as it is for me, Keira. We’re going to have to learn to live together.”

“I understand.”

“Don’t insult me like that ever again.”

“I won’t. Never again.”

“We’ve never had the kind of relationship where you’d know anything intimate about me. Don’t make assumptions. You want to know something? Ask.”

A flood of questions flies across my brain, but only the most urgent one burns the tip of my tongue.

Could you ever want me as much as I want you?

Chapter 9

Rhys

Keira barefoot, hair still damp, in my boxer briefs with tanned legs—I wanted to wrap around my neck—on full display first thing this morning is a sight I’ll never forget for the rest of my life.

What a wake-up call.

No matter how much I tried to keep my eyes levelled with hers, it was impossible not to let them drift. I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. I saw it hanging to dry in the bathroom last night. Even though the t-shirt she was wearing was three sizes too big, I was still able to see the outline of her nipples. The desire to get her out of that damn t-shirt so I could suck and lick my way from the valley of her breasts, down her taut stomach, all the way to her pussy, was overwhelming.

I had to swim a few extra laps to cleanse my impure thoughts.

Damn her.