Page 50 of Off Limits Mogul

“Rhys?” Noah says.

“She’s in good hands,” I say, hoping to convince myself.

“That’s all I need to hear. All right, I’m off. We got hit by another bad storm, so everyone is spending a lot more time indoors?—”

“That sucks.”

“As long as it doesn’t get worse and affect production again, I can live with it. We lost a day of shooting earlier this week. In any case, I’m heading next door to my neighbor’s. He has a bunch of friends coming over and we’re going to watch afootiegame. He’s still trying to convince me their football is better than ours.”

“As if,” I say.

“Thank you,” Noah says.

We chuckle.

“What time is it over there?”

“Four-thirty in the afternoon,” he says.

“Got it. Have fun.”

“Tell my sis I called. Ask her to shoot me a text when her phone is charged.”

“Will do.”

I hang up and stare at my phone for a long while.

You need to shut out all thoughts she’s a sexy woman. She’s Cocoa Puffs, not damn dimples.

Since the house is too big for me to shout, I head upstairs to deliver Noah’s message. I stride to the bathroom I designated for her. The door is ajar. A light cloud of humidity still floats in the air, but there’s no sign of Keira. I trail to her bedroom. The door is closed.

I knock.

No answer.

I knock again.

I press my ear to the door, but it’s quiet. “Keira.”

Still no answer.

I turn the knob and when I open the door my whole world unravels.

A naked beauty is curled up on her side passed out to the world.

My eyes narrow, my pulse thunders, and my cock aches at the glorious sight.

Shit.

My jaw tightens.

Any tighter and my teeth will crack.

God, she’s beautiful.

When she’s sleeping like this, she isn’t Keira the ball-breaking smart mouth. She’s Keira, the sweet and vulnerable little lamb.

Stop staring, you fool.