Page 15 of Naughty Irish Liar

Fuck my cheeks.

And fuck her for walking into my pub.

Fuck me for giving her a job when I thought it would keep me from peeling her out of everything she wore and doing her against my desk.

I’d known the outcome all along.

I’dwantedthe outcome.

“I interned at the New Jersey hotel for most of my teens. I wanted a change for my last year of college.”

“And then what?”

“I make millions, of course.”

Ah, the confidence of the young. I was the same. I grafted until I was exhausted, but I’d made it out the other side. I didn’t hunger to have chains of pubs. I felt three was enough for me to keep my hand in all of them. They made more than I needed and afforded me the wealth to indulge in holidays and cars.

What more did an alley rat kid like me need?

A wife and a bushel of kids, if you asked my ma.

Not today, ma.

I wouldn’t say it to her face. Maggie MacNamara wasn’t afraid to throw shoes at her kids. The heeled kind too, the ones that could inflict the most pain. She was such a tyrant when I was a boy she’d make me go fetch her shoe before she threw it. We loved our ma, but we also feared her Irish temper. No one got on the wrong side of Maggie. Not even my da.

“Before you started to get lippy with me—”

“I was not lippy!”

“—I brought you in here to ask how you were finding the job.”

“Seriously, I was not lippy, Ronan. If anything I’ve been restrained in my behavior. For a boss you suck.”

She dared huff and cross her arms over her tiny tits.

I rolled up a brow, crossed my feet. “Is that so?”

“Why weren’t you here the night I started?”

“I don’t answer to you,acushla. Nor do I hold my employees hands while they learn the ropes. If the job is too hard for you—”

“It’s not.” She burst out, “I could do it standing on my head,” she boasted, and I believed her. “If we can’t discuss my raise, then what about theme nights? The others said you don’t really do that. You’re missing out, Ronan. It brings in more customers.”

It was something I’d considered last year but the ideas my in-house manager brought to me were all shite and not something I’d allow be associated to my name, so I’d shelved the idea for another time when I could hire one of those party planners who knew what the fuck they were doing.

“What did you have in mind?”

Her eyes opened wide, her lips slack. I could imagine sliding my thumb inside and making her suck on it until she was wet.

Jesus. And the award forneeds to get his mind off fucking his employeegoes to…

“Really?”

“Let’s hear it.”

“Well… St Patrick’s day is coming up in a few weeks. It’s one of the biggest holidays here in the city and you don’t have anything planned. No karaoke.”

“What, did I fall asleep and wake up in the eighties?” I scoffed.

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