Page 72 of Her Irish Boss

She backed up and into her apartment. Was he mad? If she’d shown up at his condo with a woman touching him, acting as though they were “together” she’d be mad as hell right then.

He closed the door. “No.” He held her chin lightly with his fingers. “That idiot is the last person I want to think about.”

His kiss confirmed why he'd come to her apartment. “Tell me now if you don't want this,” he murmured against her lips. “Turn me away. Kick me out.”

“But I promised you revenge.” She tugged at the t-shirt he'd worn, pulling it over his head as they stumbled down the narrow hall.

“Is this it?” He did the same to her, dropping her shirt in the floor of her room as he shut the door behind him.

She shook her head. “No. I was going to tease you. Make you want me.” She smiled against his lips. “Wear something short and skimpy and make you drool. And hold out as long as I could.”

“And now?” His fingers nimbly unfastened the button of her jeans. “Are you turning me away?”

“Jacob bored me so bad I'd rather have the action over revenge at the moment.”

“Thank the Lord,” he murmured against her neck as her head dropped back. He trailed his lips back up and kissed her again.

He tasted of whiskey, a flavor she knew now from Cathal. “Why were you drinking?” Because he didn't.

“Because I changed my mind two dozen times about coming over here.” He pushed her jeans down her hips.

She laughed as she began to unfasten his jeans. “If you have to drink to sleep with me, we might need to reevaluate this entire situation.”

“I had one drink, and it was to get out of my own damn way and stop coming up with excuses not to drive over here. Believe me,” he said, softly cupping her cheek. The blue of his eyes felt magical for a moment. His voice was rough when he spoke. “I plan to memorize every, single, inch of your body tonight.”

Revenge would definitely have to wait.

Cathal workedalongside Selena at Brogan's dining room table. He sipped on his beer and typed into a laptop that cost more than three months of Selena's rent.

And he tried to find a solution to her grandmother's situation.

He filled out form after form on her behalf. It'd take her an entire week to do as many as he had. But he understood things like that. She didn't have the patience to figure it out. Instead, Selena threw everything she had into planning the party.

Part of her was nervous that after declining Jacob's offer, that he'd somehow pull back on the loan. But the loan was still firmly in place, if Jacob had even tried.

Five hundred thousand was their new goal.

Selena priced out the tickets and estimated the number of people who would come. It gave her a general guess at a profit from the bar.

The best she came up with was three hundred and fifty thousand. They were still short.

She sat back and rubbed her temples.

Brogan's strong hands rested on her shoulders, kneading them. “Oh my God, this might be better than sex,” she mumbled.

Cathal's head whipped up. “A neck massage? I obviously need to have a long talk with my brother.”

She giggled at his mock outrage. “Your brother is just fine.”

“Fine?” Brogan repeated in a low voice.

She looked up to where he stood behind her, trying not to laugh at his offended expression.

“I still think I should have that talk,” Cathal murmured. “Maybe pull in Rian for a tutorial.”

Selena slapped playfully at Cathal's shoulder. “Don't bother. It's not like I'm going to get into details with you.”

Cathal lifted a shoulder. “Sure, then. I'll just sweet talk them from Katie.”

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