Page 90 of Off Limits Mogul

“Okay.”

I pull a chair for her, and she lowers herself to the seat in an elegant movement.

I turn around just as a waiter strides towards me.

He hands me the bouquet of flowers.

“Thank you,” I say before standing near Keira. “These are for you, dimples.”

Her eyes lift up and she gasps. “For me?”

I nod. “For you. It’s our first date, after all.” I hand her the flowers.

“Oh my God, Rhys. Purple roses.”

“They’re your favorites.”

“You remembered?”

“Why did that come out as a question?”

She shrugs.

“I remember every little detail about you, dimples.” I bend down and kiss her forehead.

She smiles up at me.

I wink.

That smile takes over her gorgeous face.

I round the table and sit across from her.

“I ordered champagne––rosé, your favorite. It’s on ice.”

“That would be lovely.” She drops the bouquet on an unoccupied chair. “These are so beautiful, Rhys. And the bouquet is enormous.”

“The purple roses don’t hold a candle to the woman sitting across from me.”

Her gaze locks onto mine, and we stare at each other for a long beat.

This night has been a long time coming.

“Mr. Casanova.”

“I prefer Mr. Smooth Talker, but that’s just me.” I shrug.

She laughs.

“Time for a drink.” I motion to the waiter

He approaches, balancing two flutes on a tray. After thanking him, he hurries off.

I lift my glass.

She mimics me.

“Here’s to me finally getting my head out of my ass,” I say.