Page 35 of Off Limits Mogul

Keira’s eyebrows arch in the form of a question.

Nadya awaits my answer.

I clear my throat. “I’ll wait outside.”

With a decisive step, I head to the door.

One more minute in this store and I’ll embarrass myself.

“But baby, if you’re outside how am I going to pay for the collection of lingerie sure to bring you down to your knees?” Keira throws that question over my shoulder.

That stops me dead in my tracks.

My mind goes straight to the gutter.

What kind of game is she playing?

I thought she spent seven months in a monastery, not acting school.

I turn around to face her.

“Shoot me a text when you’re ready,” I say in a controlled voice. “Whatever you need, just”—I wave a frantic finger around the store—“buy it.”

“Awww.” Nadya places both hands against her heart. “The love, so big.”

I squint my eyes at Keira, warning her.

She responds by grabbing a random item from the rack.

“Before you go. What do you think of these, baby?”

My eyes drop to the panties she’s holding.

Jesus. The woman is determined to kill me.

“Oh, crotchless panties, so popular.” The sales clerk flashes me a wicked smile. “Notee,notee.”

I suspect she means naughty, naughty.

“Very good for baby making.” Nadya’s words have the same effect as an atomic bomb.

Time for me to get the fuck outof here.

I turn on my heel and bolt out of the shop while I’m still able to hold on to a shred of my sanity.

When I’m outside, instead of distancing myself from the landmine, I stand in front of the window and peer inside like a lost puppy.

Keira is aware my eyes are on her.

She looks at me from over her shoulder a few times and winks.

Devious woman.

I stare down at the stupid bulge between my legs and shake my head.

You are so fucked, buddy.

An hour and two tall lattes later, I’m sitting at a coffee shop, chomping at the bit to put an end to this suffering.