Page 79 of Her Irish Boss

Intrigued that such a woman would want to see the quiet, aloof Rian, Selena motioned her toward Brogan's office. “Why don't you follow me?” She flagged down Katie to deliver the drinks to the table before slipping through the crowd to the office door. The tall, gorgeous model made Selena feel more like a high school kid in jeans and sneakers than a woman. This was the type of woman she pictured Rian dating. The tabloids always had him linked with some leggy model. A beautiful woman like the one following her, with amazing ebony skin, fit that description.

Selena reached for the doorknob.

“You don't need to knock?”

Since Selena wanted to say, “I'm sorta sleeping with the boss,” but she couldn't, she simply smiled and opened the door.

“Hey—” Brogan started before he schooled his features. “Who's this?”

Cathal and Rian were leaned over Brogan's desk looking at something and laughing. All three wore dark suits, looking impossibly handsome.

“I never got your name.” Selena turned back to the woman, but her attention was latched onto Rian. Sexual heat, mixed with anger filled her expression. Selena suddenly regretted barging into the office without getting more information. Rian didn't need anything stressing him out.

“Camille Dufour.”

Rian's head snapped up. The smile dropped from his face as it'd never existed.

Brogan's eyes snagged Selena's. “Was there a reason she needed to see Rian?”

Selena shrugged, hating the way Brogan looked at her like a mean school teacher. “I didn't ask.” She held up her hand when he opened his mouth. “Don't start with me. I'm about to pull both you and Cathal to come to work the bar. The new guy you have back there has a backlog the size of Stone Mountain. The woman said she wanted to see Rian, and, well, look at her.”

“Camille,” Rian said, moving from around the desk. Slowly. Warily. Like she might strike. The heat in her eyes had disappeared completely. Now, only anger sizzled.

The backlog of drinks could wait. This was better than Mimi's soap operas.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. Did his voice crack like a ten-year-old kid?

Camille crossed her arms, giving him a sexy as hell smile that looked more like she wanted to tear his head off instead of his clothes. She rattled something off in French.

Rian’s face turned instantly red.

Cathal's mouth dropped open. “Shit,” he mumbled.

Rian stuttered, in several languages, not making much sense for a moment. “I did not!” he shouted.

Camille started yelling at Rian again, louder. Her red fingernails, matching her red lips, flashed under the overhead light as she spoke with her hands as much as with her quick words.

Brogan held his hand up, and she stopped, turning an icy glare his direction. Good thing nothing intimidated Brogan.

“He needs to go out into the crowd for a few minutes.You can wait here and resume your tongue lashing then or schedule another day to assault him verbally, but right now is not that time.” Brogan barely glanced at Rian. “Go. Outside with Cathal.” He looked to Selena. “You, too.” Brogan was in charge and let everyone in the room feel it. At that moment, Selena appreciated him figuring out what to do. Getting out her phone and trying to translate whatever insults Camille threw at Rian was her next plan of action.

And if Rian wouldn't tell her, she'd squeeze it out of Cathal.

Camille cocked her head to the side. “Do you boss everyone around, sir?”

“Yes,” all three of them said in unison.

Brogan rolled his eyes and buttoned his suit. “I run a business.Thisbusiness. Now, you are welcome to wait at the bar. I'll charge your drinks to Rian's tab since this appears to be his fault.”

A flash of humor lit her brown eyes. “I hope his pockets are as big as his ego.”

Selena patted her on the back, guiding her out into the hallway and toward the bar. “Bigger. Have at it.”

Outside, Rian waited across the hall in the employee break room. “Are you hiding?” Cathal asked.

“No.” He stepped outside. “But I don't have to worry about her running up a tab. She doesn't drink anything but wine. Most of the types she likes we don't stock.”

“How closely did you know that woman?” Brogan asked.

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