Page 22 of Fifth Avenue Fling

“Glad we understand each other.” He nods to the phone beside me. “That’s yours. I expect you to always have it on you.”

There’s a knock behind me. I turn to see the double doors opening, and Sam, the nice Irish guy who drove me from Queens, enters. “Boss.”

Quinn nods at him before turning back to me. “Sam will take you to your studio.”

He pushes himself off the ledge, and I take it as my cue to stand.

“Teagan is at her grandmother’s, so you can’t meet her right now. Sam will show you your living quarters and set you up with access to the property. The rest of the evening is yours to settle in, Miss Kelly.”

As much as I like the sound of my second name in his deep raspy voice...

“Please call me Clodagh. No one calls me Miss Kelly.”

“Clodagh.”

My neck hairs stand on end.

He runs a hand over his strong jawline. “Call me Mr. Quinn.”

I start to laugh, then realize he’s not amused. “Oh. Sorry, I thought you were joking.”

“Do I look like a comedian?”

Does he want an answer to that? My nerves are shot.

“No. Mr. Quinn,” I say hoarsely. “I look forward to working for you. Boss.”

The corner of his mouth twitches slightly. “I’ll see you at five o’clock tomorrow morning.”

Wait, what?

For the umpteenth time during our exchange, I try not to react.

Who needs domestic assistance at five in the morning? I guess the answers are in the manual.

With a curt nod, Killian strides off.

“Ready?” Sam smiles at me sympathetically.

Toosympathetically.

SIX

Killian

I give the pint-sized redheaded soap thief with the emerald eyes until the end of the week.

SEVEN

Clodagh

Sam takes me to a secure room to program the security system at the entrance, enabling me access to the mansion. I press my thumb against a scanner and keep still while the device reads my retinal pattern.

I’ve never unlocked a house with my eyes before.

At least there’s no chance of me losing my keys.

“Ready to see your new digs?” Sam grins. My skittishness seems to entertain him.

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