Page 12 of Naughty Irish Liar

But I had to wonder, once I’d come down off cloud thirty and took a full breath, why had he given in so easily when he appeared nothing but disgruntled to see me again…?

CHAPTER 4

Ronan

This was a bad fucking mistake.

I’d known it the moment she’d brought herself through my doors and I knew it four days later after I’d successfully avoided her every night since.

I’d told my manager to train her up as a waitress. Either for the bar or upstairs in the restaurant. And from his nightly reports she was killing it and winning everyone over with her sweet personality.

Sweet.

Dylan didn’t have the first fucking clue about what she was. There was nothing sweet about Catherine Clemonte.

Alluring. Dangerous. A goddamn forbidden fruit ready for plucking from the tree. A pain in my ass.

I wanted to fuck her and no amount of avoiding being around her perky… mouthy nature would quell me of that hunger tearing through my body.

I’d jacked off so much in the last few days my left arm looked like Popeye after his spinach injection.

I stalked through the back door toMacNam’stoting my pissed off mood with me as close as the leather jacket I wore.

What a fucking mess.

I should be delirious. Shouldn’t I? I’d planned… well that didn’t matter now. Any plans went up in flames several nights ago and I was having trouble catching up.

It had been a knee-jerkhow dare she upset my life by being so damn sexyreaction to throw a job at her. I had to claim temporary insanity as I sat there in my loft apartment when I called her and practically barked for her to be at the pub.

Otherwise what was it?

That I wanted her around?

That I needed her near?

I haven’t done commitment for a reason… casual had been my speed and now? Now she made me remember and feel. She made me remember that day in her daddy’s pool house most of all.

“Hey, boss. You’re late in tonight.” Called out Dylan from behind the bar. I gave him a courtesy chin lift. I was the boss, I could turn up at 4 am if I wanted to. “Can I get you anything?” He shook a glass in his hand.

It wasn’t a drink I needed.

“My newest employee. Where is she?”

I liked Dylan, he was a good fit for the pub. All the customers liked his chiseled looks and easy Brooklyn nature, but the shit eating grin spreading on his face at the mention of Catherine was gonna earn the fella a smack in the mouth.

I crunched my back teeth and refrained from throwing my best bar manager across the room.

“Catie is upstairs. She’s doing great, boss. Like she’s always been here.”

I recognized Dylan thought he was doing right in praising my newest employee but hearing him go on and on how she was fitting in so well with the other staff made me want to chew on rocks.

I’d made a big fucking mistake.

I don’t share.

I nodded and left him to his duties. Taking the stairs two at a time and before I’d even crested the top I heard her.

The tinkling laugh that sounded like snow and sugar all at once. A silent sweetness. Jesus, Mary and fucking Joseph. If I were taken to religion like my ma back home, I’d be crossing myself right about now just to have the strength not to toss her down on the floor and grind her soft pussy; encased in a tiny pair of underwear, no doubt.

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