Page 139 of Fifth Avenue Fling

My fingers close firmly around his strong jawline. “Are you alright?”

His response is a slow nod.

His eyes drop downward, and a tortured groan erupts from his throat. “We don’t have time for this.”

“I know,” I huff. “I’m going to City Hall now.”

“You’re not. You’re going on a helicopter ride over Manhattan.”

“Say what?”

“I found your bucket list.”

“Oh my God! How?”

“It was quite easy, considering you left a piece of paper with a huge title called ‘Clodagh’s New York bucket list’ on the table in the kitchen.”

“So I don’t need to wait in line?”

He chuckles. “Nope. That was a ruse.”

I let out a loud screech and jiggle my legs. “You know that this could be considered pretty romantic, right?”

“Calm down,” he grumbles. “It’s just another commute for me.”

Whatever. I’m flying over the Empire State Building.

As I smile in glee about my helicopter ride (Granny Deirdre is going to lose her shit), Killian unclasps my bra and latches onto my nipple.

Boobs.

What is it with guys and boobs?

I think they want what they don’t have.

I think back to my first conversation with Marcus, where I was worried about having to let some rich old billionaire suckle on my breasts.

Ha. It’s funny how things turn out.

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“No shit, Orla, we were so close to the Empire State spike I thought it was gonnaskewerus!”

Bouncing.It’s the only way I can describe how I’m traveling down Fifth Avenue to the townhouse. I’m buzzing after my bird’s-eye experience of New York.

Now I’m by myself, talking to Orla. Killian had to go back to the office.

“I’m so jealous,” she moans down the line.

“And we passed that huge apartment complex. We always wanted to know what the inside was like. Well, now I know! I took some pics for you. I’ll send them over. Killian said he owns some apartments there.”

“Next time, take me with you, for fuck’s sake.”

“I will. I didn’t even know we were doing it today.” Now I know why he was working from home—to surprise me.

“Did he say anything more about the green card?”

“No. I don’t want to press him. He said it so casually, like it was no big deal.” I blow out a breath as I reach Killian’s house. “I just don’t know. It means he has all the power. What’s worse? Killian deciding my fate or a random au pair agency? It feels weird now that I’m sleeping with him.” I pause for a moment. “Maybe I should take the nanny job.”

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