Page 142 of Off Limits Mogul

I should’ve called Noah and manned up. I thought I had time. He lives on the other side of the planet. I didn’t account for him dropping by. Who the hell flies thirteen hours for a visit, unannounced?

This is the worst possible scenario. Him finding out like this is like signing my own death sentence. My head is reeling at warp speed as I desperately try to find a spin that’ll keep him from knocking my teeth out.

“Shit,” Noah says.

“What?”

“I didn’t think of it.”

“Think of what?”

“Are you stalling because there’s a woman in your bed?”

I cringe.

“You keep youruncomplicatedfucks away from your home. Have things changed?”

I pinch the bridge of my nose.

Telling him I’m alone in my bed would not only be a lie, but it would also be a slap in Keira’s face.

“I’m not stalling,” I say. “Give me five minutes to put on some clothes and brush my teeth.” I need to buy myself some time.

“No rush. The last thing I need is to see your junk,” he says. “Once I’m at your door, I’ll wait as I enjoy the morning sun.”

“All right. Be right there.”

I hang up with Noah and call the security desk. Once I’m done, I drop the phone on the nightstand. “I’m knee-deep in shit.”

“OhmyGod,” Keira says. “Noah is here.”

I rub my hands over my face. “Yes.”

“This is horrible. He’s going to freak out.”

“Yes, he will, and chances are I’ll be on the receiving end of him freaking out.”

“We’re in this together,” she says.

My eyes meet her determined gaze. “You know how protective your brother is of you. This”—I wave a finger between us—“isn’t what he meant when he asked me to look after you.”

“I’m an adult woman and I can do whatever I want,” she says with a firm nod.

Even in this dire situation, she’s as spunky as hell. “Baby, I need you to listen to me, and you can’t argue.”

“But––”

“What did I say?”

“Fine. I’m listening.” She crosses her arms over her bare chest.

And fuck if my cock doesn’t react.

Great. I’m about to walk the green mile and my cock is ready for a morning quickie.

Focus.

“We need to get up. I don’t have time for a shower, but you do. You need to wash my scent off your body. While I distract Noah, make sure to clean my bedroom. Hide the prop basket. Hide the whip. Hide the pink fuzzy leather cuffs. Hide the fishnet stockings. Hide the high heels. Hide it all.”