Page 15 of Three Irish Kings
She smells like lavender and fresh cotton, and my body reacts.
Her eyes widen when they land on me, only for a moment. Then she smiles, her hands rubbing on her thighs. “Oh, hi.”
I grunt as she presses the button for the lobby.
I take her in.
This woman has been giving our clan a run for our money.
Her picture really doesn’t do her justice. She’s way more beautiful, her face slimmer, but she’s been on the run, so it makes sense that she lost some weight.
But she’s kept her curves, her ass a bubble in her backless dress.
Makes me wonder what it looks like beneath that silk dress she’s wearing.
My mind starts playing a looping feed of images of all the ways I’d take her in, all the ways I’d make her submit to me and take me deep.
What the hell is wrong with me? This is Maggie Sullivan. A traitor. She has an expiration date.
And considering who I am, I might be the one to enforce that expiration.
What a waste.
Stop it!
As she turns to look at me, I give her the smallest smile.
She can’t suspect the reason I am here, but I also don’t want her to notice the monster stirring awake below my belt.
She smiles back brightly.
Fuck.
I hate this. I hate kidnapping women. It’s against the Hayes code, and I don’t know what’s going on with Ronan right now that he’s ordering this.
Of course, kidnapping, torturing, or even killing those who deserve it, those who cross us, I have no problem with. As I see it, it is a matter of survival. If I let them live, they might either kill me or someone I love. That is an easy choice.
But women?
However, this is Ronan. I have too much respect for the guy. I owe him too much. And I don’t ever question my clan leader. Even if I think this is the wrong thing to do.
As the elevator doors close, I catch a glimpse of the commotion, Liam is putting up his act. Good.
Maggie doesn’t seem to notice, humming under her breath before she turns to me.
“Have you been to one of these galas before?”
“No.” I keep my head down, keep my voice barely more understandable than a grunt.
“It’s been wonderful. The food, the booze. It’s really impressive how they always put these together in a week.”
I don’t respond, and she keeps going, babbling as we descend.
It appears she’s never going to let me get a word in edgewise. Not that I would even try.
“And everyone’s so pretty, even you. You’re handsome.”
I blink at her.
