Page 56 of Her Irish Boss

He rolled them over, pinning her underneath him. The day would be hell. He'd go from touching her, tasting her, to acting like she didn't affect him with a single look.

She tugged his shirt. “Off,” she mumbled against his lips.

“I feel like this is one-sided.” But he sat back long enough to take his shirt off.

“Completely.” She ran her hands over his chest before tugging him back down and kissing the hell out of him. She touched him everywhere, driving him crazy. He wanted to do the same. But that was a line he couldn't cross. Not until he figured out how to have her for good.

Selena caughtKatie in the bathroom before their shift started to clarify what she'd heard Cathal say about Brogan at the bar. It was a lame story about how they'd talked about going out but didn't want it to mess up their professional relationship. Basically, a bunch of crap that Katie nodded and said, ‘of course,’ a few times before she winked and walked out of the room.

Yeah. Katie hadn't believed a word of it.

But she didn't have time to worry about that. Now, snuggled deep into the leather sofa in Brogan's office, the challenging task of planning a big shin-dig to save the pub was her focus. The computer sat open on her lap and dozens of papers spread out across the coffee table and two other chairs.

The biggest problem she kept running into was Rian. He wouldn't return her phone calls or her texts. He was the star, according to Brogan. The star was pitching a major hissy fit at the moment.

“How's it coming?” Cathal asked as he entered the room, carrying a cup of tea in his hand. “Katie said you liked black tea.”

“I do. Why is Katie still here?” It was well after four. Brogan had offered to pay for Mimi's nurse, calling it a perk of being VP of Advertising. Because they were back to that, even after the hot make-out session before leaving her apartment.

“She stopped by to give me the heads up that I'll be arrested this afternoon. Apparently, the girl she met at that bar works as a receptionist at the police station.”

Selena's mouth dropped open. “No. Way. That's ridiculous!”

“Not really. I did almost kill him.” He said it like he'd offered the guy a ham sandwich. Something lurked within Cathal that didn't align with his happy, flippant persona he presented to everyone. She'd seen it now. Twice.

“Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.”

He laughed. “Clever. But he's still filing charges.”

“I'd offer to bail you out myself, but it might take a while to get the money. Despite my new fancy title, it doesn't come with a pay raise.”

“Brogan already said he'd come.” He sat on the edge of the chair. “I wanted to ask you a favor. I called a lawyer friend of mine that handles these things more than I ever have. Do you mind reporting your side of what happened?”

“Not at all.” She hadn't even thought about it. “What about the bartender? She saw the whole thing. She was there when he messed with me the first time. She actually told him to stop.”

“I'll be sure to let my lawyer know.” He pointed at the paper. “Is there something in here that is useful for the promotion? I know it's a shot in the dark, but maybe we can raise the rest of the money.”

“I'm getting there. If I can get Rian to call me back so I can get some details.”

“See, we tease Brogan that he's the moody one, but he has all the financial responsibility. Rian, he's moody when his art isn't going his way.”

Selena took a sip of the tea. She raised an eyebrow. He'd put whiskey in her tea. “When are you moody?”

“When I'm locked away from pretty women and alcohol.”

She looked at her watch. “Oh. So, in another fifty-five minutes, I'll see what Cathal looks like moody.”

“Absolutely.”

Brogan came into the room. Closed the door. Walked over to Selena and planted a solid kiss on her lips.

And, earlier, when they'd been in the dining room, he'd ordered her to restock the ladies’ restroom with toilet paper. Back and forth they went. Forever, apparently. She pushed the negative thoughts from her mind.

Temporary. He wasn't Jacob. At least she kept telling herself that.

“Braggart,” Cathal mumbled before moving the papers out of the chair for him to sit. “Give us what you've got, Selena.”

Brogan sat down beside Selena. And that made her happy.

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