Page 75 of Her Irish Boss

Yes.

He'd just hidden her underneath his desk.

That wouldn't end well.

Not a half-second later, a large man with a long beard appeared in the doorway. “I was looking for Selena Chapman.”

“I'm Brogan O'Keeley.”

The man moved into the room. Selena was officially stuck.

“Nice to meet you. I'm Kenneth. I run a food blog. I was hoping to interview Rian O'Keeley.”

“I'm here.” Rian rushed into the room. “Sorry, just flew in from Ireland.”

“For real?” Kenneth shook his hand. A little bit of awe covered the man's face. “Were you doing a food event?”

“No. Checking on some family business.” He tilted his head toward Brogan. “That I got resolved. So, everything is set.”

That meant he got the money off the land. He swalloweddown that rush of anxiety and tried to focus on what Selena said.

Brogan sat down at his desk, giving him a clear view of her as she finished buttoning her shirt. She sat back on her knees, her arms crossed, glaring at him. Her bottom lip poked out a little bit farther than normal. He had a sudden urge to kiss her.

“Where is Selena?” Rian asked.

Brogan drummed his fingers on the desk. “She's currently, um, detained. She'll be along shortly if you'd like to go to the upstairs dining room and start the interview.”

Rian's lips pressed into a firm line, and he knocked on Brogan's desk. “Good luck.”

Brogan needed more than good luck. Rian and the blogger left the room, and Brogan pushed back in his chair to let Selena up. He offered her his hand, but she ignored it.

“Brogan O'Keeley,” she began, sounding just like his Ma when she was angry.

He moved back, holding up his hands, trying to contain his laugh. “I panicked.” He walked over to the door, closing it and locking the doorknob. He didn't need anyone to walk in on this.

“I'm finally going to ask this. Are you ashamed of me?”

He blinked at the left turn her comment took. “Ashamed? No. Never. I've told you that before.” He was a lucky bastard such a wonderful woman like Selena would give him so many chances. He wanted to tell everyone about her. But some things were harder to overcome.

“Do. Not. Hide. Me. Again.” She crossed her arms. “Because I think it will be pretty easy to keep my hands to myself after that stunt. Under a damn desk? Seriously!” She shouted and started to brush past him. He reached for herarm, stopping her with a soft touch. “I don't think you want to do that right now.”

“Selena—”

“No.” She turned toward him, pushing him back with one finger on his chest until his back hit the door to his office. “You don't get to touch me. Not until I tell you to.”

“Is this your revenge?” He smiled, thinking it was payback for a split second until she didn’t respond, her golden eyes serious. Now he was worried.

She yanked his head down to hers, kissing him with a wildness that rocked him deeply. He gripped her hips, but her hands encircled his wrists, slamming them back against the door harder than he’d give her credit for.

“I told you not to touch me.”

“But—”

She kissed him again. His hands fisted into tight balls. It was torture then. She apparently didn't have the same rules seeing as she explored his body as much as she pleased.

He moved his hand but caught himself at the last second. She obviously wanted to prove something. She wanted control.

He was as easily frustrated as a toddler by not getting to touch her in return.

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