Page 113 of Off Limits Mogul

“I needed time off.”

“Does this have to do with your best friend’s little sister?”

“Yes.”

“I thought so… I’ve been thinking?—”

“That scares me.” Those three dreaded words… she’s about to play matchmaker.

“Don’t worry, I won’t try to hook you up with one of my eight sisters, my army of female cousins, or their legion of girlfriends.”

Thank God.

No wonder her parents had to adopt a boy in the end. That’s a lot of estrogen in a family.

“Between the recent production issues and the frenzy surrounding SCORE Yours, you have your plate full. If you’re looking for someone to hang out with Keira during the day, one of my sons would step in.”

Over my dead body.

“They have time between classes. And they can show her around on days when they don’t have classes… like tomorrow.”

Show her around their dorm room?

“They can even introduce her to some of their friends—they’re all between twenty and twenty-three. It’ll be fun for her.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I doubt a college crowd is Keira’s thing.”

Am I taking liberties?

You bet.

“The poor thing must be losing her mind to boredom,” Cecilia says.

“Keira has only been in LA for a week. She still needs time to get settled.”

I didn’t want to spoil our time together by broaching anythorny subject, but my girlfriend will need to find something to occupy her days.

“What about Friday nights and weekends?” Cecilia soldiers on. “The twins are great companions, and I’m sure they’d love to take her out to parties.”

Yeah,I don’t think so.

“Her Friday nights and weekends are spoken for.”

Her cheeks flush.

She sits up straight, visibly uncomfortable.

She brushes her short brown hair behind her ears and clears her throat. “Perhaps I overstepped my boundaries. It appears Keira is in good hands.”

“She is.”

She cocks an eyebrow and tilts her head to the side. “Message received loud and clear.”

Cecilia is astute.

She’s the one who opened the envelope containing the additional credit card under Keira’s name last Friday. My executive assistant’s eyes were wide with questions. She has her answer now.

“Let me head to Beckett’s office to find out what’s going on,” I say, changing the subject.