Page 106 of Fifth Avenue Fling

“I’m not surprised,” his mum drawls. “You must have guys queuing up in Central Park. You won’t stay single for long.”

“He’ll need to be vetted,” a low voice rumbles next to me.

I tilt my head to Killian.

With his cold eyes locked on mine, he takes an aggressive swig of his beer.

“We’re just going for coffee,” I say, wondering why my heart is racing. “I’ll tell you if it becomes serious. I won’t let him near the house without your approval.”

For the first time this evening, Killian’s expression contorts into the familiar scowl of irritation I know all too well.

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“Ouch.” My shin slams against the toilet bowl as I attempt to squeeze the shapewear panties up over my thighs. Did the steak add fat to my ass already? “Fuck’s sake.”

I’ve been in here so long the Quinns will think I’m doing a number two. I don’t want Killian to know I poo.

The main bathroom door opens, and heavy footsteps approach the cubicles.

“Clodagh.”

My stomach dips. “Killian?” I squeak.

“I’d like to talk to you.”

“Er.” I look down at my shapewear stuck around my knees. “Just a minute,” I say in my best singsong voice.

My thighs shudder a bit as I pull on the underwear. The grunts will definitely give him the impression that I’m doing my business.

It’s pointless. Mission aborted.

I roll them down my legs and step out of them, shoving them into my bag.

“Hey,” I say breathlessly as I open the cubicle door and step out. “I was just…”

Just what?

Now I’ve made it even worse.

“What are you playing at?” he says with an angry scowl.

“There was a queue for the ladies,” I lie, mortified. “That’s why I’ve been in here so long.”

“That’s not what I’m asking about,” he growls. “I’m talking about you giving out your number to random guys in the park. Is this to make me jealous?”

“What?” I hiss, gawking at him in disbelief with bug eyes. “No. It’s to make me happy!”

He moves closer until he has me pinned against the bathroom door with his arms on either side of me.

My heartbeat goes fucking wild. The tightness in my chest cannot be ignored.

I need a doctor.

“It’s not all about you,” I say breathlessly, dropping my bag to the floor. “Arrogant ass boss. Boss ass.” Ugh. “You’ve made it clear you’re not interested in a rematch.” I keep talking. “Why wouldn’t I date? I’m not breaking your rules.”

He dips his head so that his icy blue eyes are only inches from mine.

I feel a rush of heat between my legs, which is an issue because I’ve got no panties to cream.

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