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I’m not sure what’s going to happen, but I don’t think she’s mad.

“Don’t start something you aren’t going to finish,” she says instead, her eyes meeting mine with what I can only describe as an unspoken challenge.

I down my third drink and slap a twenty on the bar for the bartender.

“Don’t challenge a man who has very little to lose.”

She reaches out and uses her finger to trail a finger along my mouth… the line of my jaw… and down my Adam’s apple. “You don’t scare me, Angus.”

“I should.”

She studies my face and then leans in, pressing her lips to mine, but keeping it quick and chaste this time.

“You’ve been drinking,” she says, “so I’m going to give you an easy out. Take a few minutes to think about whether or not you really want to do this. I’ll wait for thirty minutes. Then I’m going to bed.”

Her big green eyes bore into mine. “Room 2612.”

Then she turns and heads out of the bar.

The joke’s on her, though.

She actually believes there’s a chance I’ll change my mind?

No way in hell.

Chapter12

Ryleigh

What just happened?

I went downstairs to see if the bar was still open because I couldn’t sleep.

One minute I’m watching some blonde practically attacking Angus—and the next he’s got his tongue down my throat.

Except it wasn’t cut and dried like that.

Ilikedit.

A lot.

The sexual tension between us is always there, simmering beneath the surface, and it seems like it’s time to do something about it.

This is a terrible idea—I already know that.

But I don’t care.

I haven’t been with anyone in months, since my last boyfriend and I broke up, so I’m due. And sleeping with Angus? I don’t care about repercussions—I just want to experience it. Kiss him some more. Lose myself in something that isn’t work-related.

Just one night to release all the frustration of the last few months.

Right or wrong, if he knocks on that door?—

The knock comes about five minutes after I get back to my room, and I stare at the door for a second.

Holy shit.

This is happening.

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