Page 35 of Naughty Irish Liar

On the drive through Manhattan traffic I thought about what he’d said.

This morning’s long overdue errand had gone some way to cementing what I wanted to do. I’d put my intentions out on the table.

Was Ash right? Was I was doing that; losing someone because of my ego? Because for once I hadn’t caught a lie?

Don’t fuck it up.Was the advice I’d gotten this morning. I didn’t need to hear theor elseto know it was very much present.

I pulled up outsideMacNam’sinto my private parkingjust after 8 pm. I could already tell from the number of bodies I saw through the window that it was busy inside.

I’d only gotten a step outside of my black Porsche 918 Spyder when I saw the main entry door open and then all that was in my vision was ginger.

Ginger, pink and black.

Catherine bundled up in a pink coat and black pants.

But it was her hair that grabbed the food in my belly and sloshed it around with desire.

Her messy hair cascaded in hot penny waves. Not curly, not straight. It bounced with her every step.

I didn’t know everything when it came to Catherine.

But I did know one thing and that I wouldn’t stand for her strolling up the street in the fucking dark on her own.

I whistled loud enough she spun around.

And the moment she saw it was me she frowned.

“Where do you think you’re going?” The scraped sound left my mouth. It had started to rain ten minutes into the journey and now it fell heavier. She already looked soaked and I couldn’t stand it.

“Home. My shift is over.” She said flatly and turned and walked away.

The little brat walked away.

“Catherine.”

Nothing.

By the time I realized she was actually fucking ignoring me, she’d turned a corner. Heat stole through me.

Because she goddamn turned me on.

Just by existing she turned me into a fucking lunatic beneath my skin.

I slammed back into my car and did what any idiot did, I sped around the corner then slowed down when I rolled alongside her. I buzzed the window down. “Get in, Catherine.”

“Thanks, no.” She didn’t even look at me, just kept on walking.

I swear when she walked off she ripped a length of my intestines out too.

And like a curb crawling pervert, I ignored the horns of angry drivers I was slowing down behind me, and I followed her half a block in the rain before I screeched to a halt, put the damn car in park and slammed out, almost punching a hole in the top of my roof to gain her attention.

“For the love of God, will you get in the fucking car before you die of pneumonia.”Or I get heart failure.

CHAPTER 11

Catie

“Then drive off and you won’t have to see anything.” I snarked at the man stalking me through the street.

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