Page 5 of Fifth Avenue Fling

“They’re drivers,” a low voice deadpans. “My drivers.”

My gaze shoots back to the other table. Mr. Suit’s lips curl in a hint of amusement.

“Oh.” Why does someone need two drivers? In case one gets shot? “Uh, what is it that you do?”

“I work for Killian and Connor Quinn.”

I stare back, confused.

One brow rises in amusement at my ignorance. “The Quinn brothers. They own the largest hotel chain in the States. The Quinn & Wolfe Hotel Group.”

Oh.I nod, catching Orla’s gaze. There’s more chance of us vacationing on Mars than in one of those hotels. I used the hotel bathroom once in Times Square. The public bathrooms were so decadent I felt like I was in a spa.

“Perhaps you’ve been to one of their casinos,” he adds.

“Gambling’s not really my thing.”

His brow arches again, but this time with something akin to interest. “Where are you from?”

“Ireland,” Orla and I say simultaneously.

“Donegal,” I elaborate. “The rainy bit on the northwest coast.”

“And how long have you been in New York?” he asks.

“Nearly three months.”

“Me too!” Orla adds beside me.

Now he’s scanning me from top to bottom. “I gather you’re working illegally on a tourist visa.”

“N-No,” I stutter, folding my arms across my chest. “That was a joke.”

“Relax. I don’t care.”

I release a breathy laugh. The guy heard us talking, so there’s no point denying it.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

Stiffening, I narrow my eyes at him. “I’m not looking for an American husband just to get a visa.”

OramI?

His lips flatten into a thin line. “I’m not interested in you,sweetheart.”He pauses, giving me another once-over. “I might have a job offer for you. Chloe, is it?” He gestures to the chair in front of him. “I’m Marcus. Take a seat.”

TWO

Clodagh

“Nice to meet you, Marcus.” I take his extended hand, eyeing him guardedly, and plop my bum down on the seat opposite him. “Cloh-dah. Like Yoda with a cl.” If only I had a dollar for every time I said it. “A job? What type of job?”

He reclines in his chair, smoothing out his tie before aiming a leisurely smile in my direction. “Good to meet you, Clodagh. Tell me a little about yourself.”

My jaw hardens. I want him to cut to the chase. I sure as hell don’t want to give out personal information, but if there’s a sliver of a chance that he might have a job offer… I need to know more.

I glance over at the guys and Orla, who is now back behind the bar, pretending not to listen. Liam glares at me, face like thunder.

I turn my attention back to Mr. Suit. Marcus.

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