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She wasn’t derailed by my rejection. If anything, her face shone brighter. Eyes twinkled, lips looked pinker as she went on twirling her hair more excitable as she listed ten popular bars I knew that hosted karaoke nights and made a killing at it.

She’d done her research… I was hit with a punch of pride.

“Wake up, grandpops. Karaoke is cool again. And I took a look at the menu for that week and your chef isn’t doing one Irish dish. Not one, Ronan. It’s sacrilege. It’s an Irish bar, where’s the stew and the tatties?”

I chewed the inside of my lip to stop from grinning.

I had to admit, I was impressed with her ingenuity and passion.

Rising to my feet, I shoved my phone into my pocket and grabbed keys from the desk top before facing her again. “Run with it.”

“What?”

“Organize a St Patrick’s Day theme night for all three pubs, if you bring me good ideas I’ll hand it over to my managers to implement.”

She gasped and put hands to her mouth, grinning behind them, practically buzzing on the spot. “Are you for real? Don’t kid me around, Ronan. I’d love to do it! Are you joking me?”

“Run with it,” I told her again. “I need to sign off on anything you chose. And it’s not an unlimited budget.” I warned coolly.

“Oh my god. I won’t let you down.”

“See that you don’t, or you’re fired.”

She huffed. This girl was not afraid of me. Strange. Delicious. Fucking stupid.

“You just had to ruin a good moment. I won’t be getting fired, just you see. Then you can give me that raise.” Her smile lit up her freckled face and made her that much more dangerously forbidden.

“Don’t push it,” I jutted my head to the door and she turned to leave.

Only at the last second something circled back through my brain and I stopped her with my hand on her arm. My body pushed into hers and this time when she gasped I had the distinct impression it had nothing to do with excitement and all to do with lust breaking through her vision.

What the fuck was I doing?

I lowered my head, looking her directly in the eyes, tasting how she gazed back at me. I wasn’t stupid. I’d known when she was sixteen her nubile body wanted mine. I knew it now. I could fucking taste it in her every sweet inhale and I got a sick twisted kick out of tormenting her with my nearness as much as it pained me at the same time.

“You said there was only one person you’d flirt with here. Who is that?”

I was going to fire him.

“You, silly.” She beamed batting her little girl lashes at me and didn’t she just roll her palms up my chest until they reached my collarbone like she had the right to touch me in an intimate way.

My cock raged behind my zipper.

Really fucking screamed to be set free and let loose to wreck her.

Before I ground my crotch into her belly to see how not interested in flirting with her I was, I stepped away, steeled my jaw and opened the door behind her.

That glass was back in the back of my throat as a lie came forward.

“I don’t flirt with my employees, Catherine. And not princesses either. Do your job.”

CHAPTER 5

Catie

Do my job. I’d show that arrogant beast how I’d do my job. I’d worked tirelessly for two days straight trying to organize St Patrick’s day. In between handing in assignments at school and working my regular shift I was putting together a party manifesto to blow his damn asshole socks off.

I’d show him.

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