Page 13 of Naughty Irish Liar

It was simple really.

I shouldn’t want to get entangled with the princess. Not ever. She was a headache waiting to happen…I only needed to remind myself how she led me on almost to a jail cell.

But I did want. Had wanted for a long fucking time and now she was here, knocking the air and all sense out of me because I did the only thing I could think of to ensure I didn’t get my hands on her until I was back in control and that was to employ her.

I never shit where I eat.

It was full proof, I thought.

Good going, Ronan.

She broke all my rules.

Until I turned the corner into the restaurant and saw her laughing with the bartender.Oh, the murderous rumble.She was leaning both arms on the bar top, arching her gorgeous spankable butt over a stool while Jacob—that little fucking bastard—was flirting in his torso-tight muscle t-shirt and his come-to-bed smile flashing in her direction.

Every possessive and jealous urge a man was born with, but I’d lacked all these years, rose up. Giants of emotions tackling my belly, giving me a detachment from different sides of my brain, because all I could picture myself doing was bloodying that smiling wanker and dragging her off to the equivalent of my cave.

“Hey, boss! How’s it going?” Jacob noticed me first and waved over. Asshole was on thin ice. I nodded but otherwise pasted my eyes to the side of her face.

She’d reared up on hearing I was there. Standing there awkwardly twirling a length of ginger as most of her hair fell around her face. She had a lot. Too much. So fucking much my fingers itched to grab it and feel how soft it would be. Use it to hold her in place while I rammed my—

Her smile became shy. Timid. A magnet I couldn’t pull my gaze from.

The urge to spank her didn’t diminish.

“A word,” I said and saw her eyebrows fold in at my brusque tone. I didn’t wait around for her. I walked off and expected her to follow.

She was behind me a few seconds later.

“Hello to you too, Ronan. I’m fine, thanks for asking…. Hey, wait up, will you? I don’t have monster long legs like some.”

I stopped suddenly in my tracks and had to catch her by the arms before she crashed into my chest.

She sucked in a breath and I knew just how she felt because the electric current was running through me as well. I dropped her arms like a brick. Scowling.

“Monster legs?”

She had the nerve to flash her grin at me. “I mean, they’re longer than mine and you were taking big strides.”

“It’s called walking,” I told her, swallowing whatever stones had gathered in my throat. Turning on my heel I continued on and didn’t stop this time to listen to the innate clacking of her tongue until I reached my office.

“Am I in trouble? I’ve done everything asked of me. In fact I think I’m doing great. I mean, I dropped that one plate last night, but that wasn’t my fault really. Some guy was drunk, and he tried to grab me to dance and it was either let him grope my boob or drop the plate.”

This was what I remembered about her most. The inability to shut up. All summer long she’d been my shadow following me around her father’s Brooklyn Heights estate and I think she said more words in those three months than I’d heard in the whole of my life.

My brow lifted. Not because I wanted her to shut up, though that would have been champion. But I felt my hackles rising with possessive instinct yet again.

“Someonegropedyou?” My voice was glass waiting for her answer. As though someone had my throat tight in their hand and was squeezing shards of growls out of me.

“He tried, but I was professional,” she told me, with her arms around her body and one ankle tucked behind the other. She was wearing the standard pub uniform of black pants, white shirt, a name badge and sensible shoes.

Hersensibleshoes were four inches tall and sexy as fuck. Little rulebreaker.

“Is that why I’ve been dragged into the principals office? Because of the plate? Or did that jackass complain? Because I’ll counter his complaint. Did I mention he tried to titty-grab me!”

Sighing, I kept my face hard, though I admit that was funny seeing her spitting fury in her own defense. Truth be told if she pointed out the guy to me I’d make him regret he had hands to ever try to grab her.

“You’re being dramatic,” perching on the edge of the desk, with my legs spread out in front of me, I was still taller then her. A fact I noticed by roving my eyes over her slight form. I was a man in the misery pit of my own lust, so I noticed her small tits and flared waist. My mouth filled with water to taste—to fit a whole breast in my ravenous mouth andsuck. “I like to touch base with all new employees in the first week to make sure the job is a good fit for them,” I supplied. Not meaning a fucking word of it.

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