Page 26 of Naughty Irish Liar

He really was a special kind of asshole.

Pity I was so attached hormonally and emotionally to him. It would have been better for my heart and my life as a whole to not have any feelings whatsoever for him.

Sometimes, without rhyme or reason the heart truly did want what it wanted. Even if the brain chimed in and said it was a bad idea. There was no greater strength than a beating—wanting heart.

My heart wanted him, badly.

I needed to know every little thing about him. His childhood in Dublin. Who his first girlfriend was. His last girlfriend. Did he like weddings or birthday parties better? Did he like school? Who is his best friend? What tv show is his guilty binge pleasure?

I had so many gaps of knowledge where Ronan was concerned, and I wanted to learn it by the proper means, talking to him, not by stalking.

“Why are you here if not to discuss work?”

“You bother me,” he grated. His lips barely moving, his head down, eyes watching me through his darker lashes.

I stalled and felt my heart jump-start again.

“I was working, and youbotheredme.” His accent, thick as honey, extended each word as though my bothering him was worse than having caught crabs.

I scowled, popping to my feet. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Here I was hoping he’d come to my door with seduction on his mind,wild for me. And he was here tochastise?

I began muttering to myself. Things like how I wanted to kick his ass all the way back to Dublin.

Realizing I was circling the room like a vulture in the sky, with Ronan watching my every wittering step I came to an abrupt stop.

“You’rerude, do you know that? Rude Ronan should be your name. I bother you? You bother me! How about that? You annoy me, and you cause me untold irritation.”

He made a noise. One my body reacted to because it was so hot and deep I second guessed whether there was a stray animal trapped in the hotel suite somewhere.

“I bet your wet panties disagree…”

Red hot shock pierced through me and stayed somewhere south…and he was right… wet. My thighs churned subconsciously.

Remaining silent, I was sure my eyeballs were as big as footballs.

Had he just made a sexual remark … to me? The girl who bothered him? Wasn’t that just damn ironic.

It was then it smacked me upside the head. Realization, hot and sticky … I bothered him.

Ohh.

I. Bothered. Him.

I didn’t irritate or annoy him (maybe) but I bothered him. He thought about me. He thought about my panties for gods sake.

Ronan MacNamara was attracted to me andhe hated it.

Red as a tomato, my cheeks heated up and I had the sensation of floating out of my body when I watched him suddenly move. From statue still to a roving animal across the suite and he didn’t stop until he was directly in front of me. A dark scowl etched on his glorious face.

His heat went right down to my toes.

“What do you plan to do to not be sobotheredby me?” I breathed out in a shuddered rush.

If it had happened quickly I could have reasoned he was acting spontaneously. But when Ronan took hold of the back of my neck and lowered his head, he did it so slowly I had ample opportunity to stop him in his tracks.

But the hooded, heated stare had me transfixed.

The moment his mouth touched mine it was game over. Stick a fork in me because I was done.

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