Page 81 of Off Limits Mogul

Tonight was barbecue night. With our bellies full, we’ve moved on to the entertainment part of the evening––the mortifying embarrassment of playing truth or dare. We’re sitting on the floor, circling the oversized coffee table weighed down with unfinished drinks and too many desserts for three people. We’ve exhausted the list of fun and safe questions. As the evening progressed––and Phoebe kept the cocktails flowing––the questions became a lot more interesting.

“Your turn, Ari,” Phoebe says. “Keira, you ask the question.” She hands me the iPad.

I scroll through the list of questions until I find a more risqué one. I meet Arianne’s gaze. “Ready?”

“I’m an open book. Flip the pages till you get to the good parts,” she says, giggling.

We laugh.

We’re a bunch of happy drunks.

“Truth or dare, Arianne?”

“Truth,” she says. “I didn’t like the last dare.”

“Have you ever watched another couple have sex? Porn doesn’t count.” I just threw that last part in there to add a little spice to the evening.

“Oh, that’s an explosive one.” Phoebe’s eyes widen.

“No,” Arianne says. “But…” She leans in and motions for us tomimic her. “This doesn’t leave this room.” He circles her finger between us.

“My lips are sealed,” I say, even though I have no idea what’s about to come out of her mouth.

“I’ll go to my grave with your secret,” Phoebe says.

Arianne looks left, then right.

Maybe she’s a little too tipsy to remember no one else is in the house.

“Beckett says there’s a room dedicated to exactly that at Dark Compulsion. You can watch couples get down and dirty all night long...” Her cheeks flush.

I furrow my brows. “What’s Dark Compulsion?”

“An exclusive high-end adult club hidden behind the Quintus Hotel, where the crème de la crème goes to play,” Arianne says. “Beckett is a member… so are all the guys in his entourage.”

Whoa.

Phoebe’s brown eyes are huge. “A kinky club?”

My cheeks flush as my mind conjures some pretty X-rated scenarios involving a strapping, tall roommate with gorgeous blue eyes and sexy body art.

“Is Rhys a member?”Shit.I blame the alcohol for that lapse in judgment.

Talk about outing yourself.

Arianne cocks an eyebrow. “Are you two…?”

“Yeah, I’ve been wondering about that as well since yesterday,” Phoebe says. “Are you banging the one-hit wonder turned COO?”

Arianne’s eyes bulge out of her skull.

So do mine.

“What?” Phoebe says. “Just because I have the courage to ask the question you’re too chicken to ask, doesn’t mean you should reprimand me.”

“I did it with a lot more tact,” Arianne says.

“My question is legit,” Phoebe says. “Why else would Rhys finance Keira’s shopping trip?”