Page 8 of Naughty Irish Liar

Who the fuck did she date?I just bet she had them sniffing around her like dirty dogs.

I should toss her out. Dismiss her as nothing.

I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

This day was here.Finally. Too soon, taking me by fucking surprise. But it was here, and I wanted to know why.

“So, princess. Ready to discuss the elephant in the room?” A raspy growl slithered between my lips.

Her eyes fired.

Feisty little thing. I wasn’t about to let her off and spare her little girl feelings.

She’d brought this on herself, I reasoned. “You mean your big ego? And stop calling me a princess, Ronan MacNamara.”

“Coy doesn’t become you, princess. I can see you recall it as much as I do. How I warned you better be grown the next time I laid eyes on you and prepare to be fucked.”

If she kept checking me out, with her needy-greedy eyes wandering over me, stopping on my crotch, she was gonna find herself princess-fucked over my desk until she was hoarse from screaming.

Make no mistake about it, I was a bastard and she was gonna regret walking through my doors looking as she did with craving in her eyes.

Just because I’d always wanted her didn’t mean I was right for her.

We were fucking poles apart in everything but the lust sizzling.

“Oh...that?” She answered pithily. But the squeak in her voice gave away her nerves. I smiled darkly as she went on with her nasty little lie. “I hardly even remembered it.”

It was a toss up who was the biggest liar in the room, because I was denying I wasn’t feeling unmoored; wanting to grab her near and smell her hair.

She was turning me on. Stiff as a bat, my cock hurt.

She didn’t remember it just as I didn’t remember my perverse threat word-for-fucking-word.

So we were both liars.

On a circle of my office, while she touched her skinny fingers over things on shelves and the desk, I observed her like a deviant predator.

On a second tour, I stopped her bodily by standing in her way. This wasn’t show and tell and my patience was non-existent. I wanted to wring her bloody neck and then taste the dip in her shoulder and have her long fingers dig into my ass while I railed her.

Of course, I’d become insane in the last three minutes because as if no time had passed at all I was in her orbit again. Wanting to mirror her every movement, just lap up her breath and make it mine. Make the little panting princess mine in the same way she’d gotten me under her thumb long ago.

Revenge and lust were two sides of the same desire if you ask me. But it wasn’t revenge that kept me glued to the floor, staring at her like the tasty morsel she was.

“What do you want, Catherine?”

“Catie. I go by Catie. Who said I want anything? You were the one who dragged me through the bar like a criminal. I might have come for a drink. This is the place for it.”

“Now try the truth.”

She ummed and ahhed to the point I clicked my tongue. I didn’t have the time nor the inclination for little girl games, not with a distributor I needed to call about coming to a new deal for next year. The wanker was trying to scam me out of almost twenty percent up from last year’s quote, fuck inflation, it was daylight robbery. January was as always a slow profit month. People and their health kicks and dry January challenges tended not to sit in bars and sink their money away in booze. But now the New Yorkers had rightly given up the pretense of their New Year’s resolutions, which was always better for my bank balance, so I needed to make sure my bars were fully stocked for the St Paddy’s celebrations.

Other shit needed my immediate attention, but it was her who held it in the gaze of green emeralds.

To look at her it would appear butter wouldn’t melt.

She looked nervous. Sure. But in the last minutes she’d found her bravado and was now looking back at me as though she felt like she had the upper hand here.

We couldn’t have that.

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