Page 16 of Her Irish Boss

Brogan.

“I guess I know why you're always late to work.” His gruff voice sent a shiver down her body.

“Give her a break,” Cathal said, his arm slipping onto her shoulder and giving her a gentle squeeze. It was brotherly to her, but to Brogan, his eyes narrowed into slits. “She was unwinding after the hard day of work you put her through.”

“I'm sorry. You really shouldn't have come down here.” She cut her eyes at Rian. He held up his hands in fake innocence. “I'm here with Katie. She's my ride.”

Brogan scanned the room. “She's the one currently wearing the army hat and taking shots at the bar.”

“Yeah.” She waited until he looked back down at her. “She's a pretty shitty DD.”

Both Rian and Cathal laughed. Brogan did not.

“Hey there.” The man that had waved to her a few moments earlier stepped up beside Brogan, his soft brown eyes were hopeful. “I'd hoped I could buy you a drink?”

She wrinkled her nose, ignoring Brogan's sharp look. “I think I've had enough for the night.”

“How about a dance?”

“I really don't think so.”

But the man would not be deterred. “We could always get out of this place.”

Brogan shifted, blocking the man from Selena's line of sight. “Are you interested in talking to him?”

Part of her wanted to say, “yes,” just to see what Brogan would do. But, honestly, she didn't want to talk to anyone but her grumpy, sexy boss. She reached out and nudged Brogan to the side.

“I'm sorry. I think I'm about to leave for the night.” Because planned or not, that fourth drink was starting to get to her.

The guy moved away, and Brogan continued to aim his frown at her. “How drunk are you?” He asked her before swinging his gaze to his brothers. “And how much have you two contributed to it?”

Rian took a sip of his beer. “Ask Cathal. I got here a few minutes ago.”

“I bought her one Salt and Honey. That's it.”

“Oh. A couple shots of Jameson's should top off the night.” Brogan held up his hand when Cathal started to speak.

Selena set her empty glass on the bar and stood, her eyes locked on Brogan. “Don't yell at him.” In her sky-high heels, she was much taller, not as tall as him, but their faces were noticeably closer. She fisted her hands to keep them byher side and not reach for him. Just because they weren't at the restaurant didn't mean the rules had changed.

Rian had called him to give her a ride. Of all people, the one that made her light up like Christmas in July.

Brogan leaned to the side and looked at her shoes. She didn't miss the quick way his eyes skimmed over her body on his way up. She wished she could read his mind since it made his frown deepen.

“Those cannot be comfortable considering you'd rather wear flip flops.”

She tilted her nose up. “They hurt like hell, but Katie said I looked nice.”

“Nice?”

Rian laughed again. Selena decided she liked him, reserved but with a sense of humor when he wasn't working. She actually liked both Brogan's brothers.

“Let’s go,” Brogan said. “I'll drive you home.”

Her heart stuttered. “I don't need you to drive me home. I'm a big girl. I can call a cab.” She didn't want him to see her small apartment. It was all she could afford in Atlanta. He probably lived in a penthouse somewhere, lined with his designer suits where he made his guests take their shoes off at the door.

“Cabs aren't safe.”

“I know self-defense moves.” She held up her hand like she might do a karate chop.

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