Page 71 of Off Limits Mogul

“That’s more like it,” she says. “You had me worried there for a minute.”

“Why is that?” I chuckle.

“As if Luva Boy Rhys needs my advice about women. That’ll be the day.”

I lean forward. “Can I make a confession?”

She mimics my move. “It won’t leave this room.” She zips her lips shut with a hand gesture.

“I hate that nickname with a passion.”

Her back stiffens. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Rhys.” She places a hand against her chest and lifts the other one in the air. “I’ll never say it again. Promise.”

“Thanks.” I wink. “Now, back to my problem.”

“I’m all ears.”

“Have you ever heard of a girl group by the name of Lucky Break?”

She stares at me, batting her eyelashes. I can’t read her expression.

“Maybe you’ve never heard of them. They were big in the UK––”

“I lived in London for two years, remember?” she says.

“I do, but it doesn’t mean you’re into that kind of music.”

“I was there when Lucky Break was topping the charts. Those girls were on fire. They were unstoppable. At twenty-nine, I’m a little older than most of their fans, but I’m guilty––and proud––to call myself a fan girl.”

“This makes this conversation even easier,” I say. “My best friend Noah’s little sister, Keira?—”

“Oh my God, are you talking about Keira Weatherly?”

“Yes, I am.”

“The same Keira Weatherly who disappeared without a trace after the tragic accident?”

“Yes, that Keira.”

Arianne is dumbfounded.

“Like I said, she’s my best friend’s little sister.”

“Oh my God,” Arianne repeats. “I can’t believe this.” She shakes her head. “The press was on a mission to hunt her down after she fled London, but she vanished into thin air. Was she in hiding in LA the whole time?”

“No. She wasn’t. She arrived on Friday night. Today marks her third day back. She’s staying with me.”

“Your new roommate is a big singing sensation. Wow. Just wow.”

I cock an eyebrow.

“Sorry,” she says. “You’re also a big singing sensation, and so is Beckett, but to be fair, I didn’t know your music until you hired me. I know every single one of Lucky Break’s songs by heart.”

“You’re forgiven.”

She wipes the back of her hand against her forehead. “Thank God.”

I cut to the chase. “Could I twist your arm to spend next Saturday with Keira?”