Page 224 of Off Limits Mogul

Why did he do that?“What’s going on?”

Rhys approaches me, places two fingers under my chin, and tips my head back soour eyes meet.

“I didn’t invite you on stage for you to stare at me, shorty,” he says. “You promised to impress me. I’m waiting.”

I jot a hip and hook a closed fist at my waist. “Did you call me out in front of your friends?”

“I did,” he says. “What are you going to do about it?”

He did not just challenge me.“Game. On.”

“Finally, you’re going to do justice to the sexy ass shorts you’re wearing,” he says with a grin.

We’re done talking here, buddy.

I point to Beckett. “DJ, drop the beat.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He takes it from the top.

The beat blares out and everyone starts swaying to the music’s thumping beat.

Rhys and Levi bring it on.

I step into the role and start dancing like my life depends on it. This is so crazy-good it doesn’t take me long to lose myself in the song. When the bridge hits, I do as I’m told and I shake my ass, dropping low.

The guys whistle and holler.

I pull my best Lucky Break moves to my audience’s delight.

The lyrics aren’t the most empowering for women, but the beat is incredible.

I glance at Rhys from over my shoulder.

He holds the mic real close to his mouth, his eyes eating me alive.

Oh, yeah, baby.

I congratulate myself on my wardrobe choice. It’s a cross between runway couture chic and rocker girl badassness. I selected a pair of sexy shorts and a sheer blouse to complement a stylish sequin tuxedo blazer. All black. The super high designer heels with a strap at the ankle add a vampy element to the sex kitten look. My makeup is subdued because it’s all about the outfit. I’m still sporting short blonde hair. The overalllook is super feminine and the outfit transitions perfectly for later.

We’re all going for dinner at the Quintus Hotel after the rehearsal. We have a private dining room to celebrate tomorrow’s concert and my single with Cello2Cello, which drops at midnight.

When the lyrics allude to me beinghisslut for the night, I say, “Hell, yeah.”

He grins, his glacier-blue eyes flashing with malice.

The guys on stage are bobbing their heads to the beat, mouthing the lyrics. Beckett takes it one step further by performing some killer dance moves.

I call Stasia over so she can be my dance partner. She shakes her head—and a finger—in protest. The girl can dance, I guess she’s not in the mood.

I laugh.

Levi is effortlessly keeping up with Rhys’s rhymes. It’s been years since my man stepped on stage as a performer, but Hijinks can still bring down the house. Once a rapper, always a rapper.

The bridge hits.

It’s time for me to shake mythangagain.

I do.