Page 23 of Off Limits Mogul

“You talk about your chef working on rotation. That’s also your MO since I can remember. You’ve always had a predilection for rotating more than one woman at a time.” To my chagrin, I’ve witnessed it with my own two eyes. “I’ve overheard Noah refer to your dates by the day of the week… Saturday Sally, Monday Gisele, Double Tuesday with Tracy and Tamara––”

He drops his glass on the table with a thud, causing Perrier water to spill. His blue eyes fix on me, a stern expression on his face. “You haven’t seen me in three years. What do you know about my fuck schedule?”

“Like your weekly hookup calendar isn’t bursting at the seams?” I roll my eyes.

He stares at me like I’ve grown horns.

Maybe I have because right now, the devil in me is doing all the talking.

“You’re assuming a lot, Keira.” There’s a warning in his voice.

Old, unresolved emotions prompt me to run my mouth. “I don’t want one ofyourgirlsto lose her shit when she finds out I’m crashing at your place.It’s best for me to be prepared.”

His blue eyes turn dark indigo.

I hit the nail on the head.

Rhys was always a catch, but now even more so. The last thing I want is for some psycho bitch to come after me, clawing my eyes out.

“If we’re going to live together, we should be honest with each other,” I say. “I have a right to know.”

He furrows his brows as if surprised by my demand.

He studies me long and hard.

I wince a bit under his inspection, but I hold his gaze, lifting my chin in defiance. He might be the most handsome man on the planet and he’s impossible to resist, but I, Keira Weatherly, can handle him.

I’m not backing down.

The air between us is so thick, I could slice it with dental floss.

I break the silence. “You’re a player, Rhys. I get it.” I can’t stop the verbal onslaught. “What’s the nickname the press has for you again?” I snap my fingers, feigning to search my memory. “Luva Boy Rhys.”

“I hate that nickname,” he says.

“Because it’s justified?”

He purses his lips into a thin line of discontentment.

I continue, my thoughts spinning out of control. “All that to say, no need to sugarcoat it for me. Make sure you give me a heads-up. I’ll return the favor if I decide to bring a guy back to your place.”

That’s an empty threat since men have been the furthest thing from my mind for a long time… present company excluded.

His eyes narrow to such tiny slivers, his striking blue irises turning dark.

I challenge his stare.

His expression is ice cold. “Over my dead body you’ll bring a guy to my house to fuck.”

His words are like a slap across the face.

He lets out a sarcastic laugh. “I knew we had unfinished business. I didn’t know you harbored this much resentment towards me.”

There’s a flash of hurt in his eyes, and it breaks a partof me.

Rhys stands up and pushes his stool back with such force, it falls to the floor with a loud clatter.

I jump in my seat.Shit.“Rhys––”