Page 122 of Off Limits Mogul

I’m mortified.

Rhys stands up and throws his napkin on the table. “I’m not in the habit of making a scene, but you asked for it, Addison.”

“I’m just saying––”

“Stop talking.” Rhys’s tone seethes with anger as his gaze narrows.

Yikes.

“You’re interrupting my date. That’s rude––”

“But I thought you didn’t date?”

“I said, stop talking,” Rhys says. “You, Addison, arenotthetype of woman I’d date. Keira,my girlfriend, is.” He points at me.

A public declaration?

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh my freaking God.

Goosebumps explode across my body, running from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

Rhys just made an official announcement in the middle of a chichi restaurant.

I’m floored.

My chest pumps a little, proud like a peacock.

“But––”

“Men talk amongst buddies, Addison.”

“Wh—what do you mean?” There’s a distinct tremble of hesitation in her voice.

This is getting good.

“J7.”

Huh?

“J7?” Addison’s goes up by several octaves.

Who’s J7?

He leans into her. “Yes, the South Korean boy group consisting of seven members… the guys you allowed to gangbang you multiple times for bragging rights,” he says in a low voice.

Lucky for me, I’m sitting close enough to catch that juicy tidbit.

“A buddy of mine warned me, one man isn’t enough for you,” Rhys says.

That’s a lot of cocks in one shot.

Dirty Addison.

Popcorn would be really good right about now.