Page 54 of Fifth Avenue Fling

Ishe joking?

He’s not smiling.

“I left the rest back in Ireland.”

His scowl doesn’t give way.

“Uh, what are they going to do with him?” I ask, feeling slightly anxious about Liam. The guy’s an ass, but I don’t want him to get into serious trouble for a drunken mistake.

“It’s unlikely you’ll be hearing from him again.”

Jesus Christ.

“They’re going to… kill him?”

My face must go white because he almost chuckles.Almost.“No, Clodagh, I’m not a murderer. They’ll shove him in a taxi with a good stern warning.”

“Oh,” I breathe. “You made a joke.” I sigh with relief. “I’m so sorry for waking you. Is Teagan awake?”

“She sleeps through everything. Apparently, it’s a teenage skill.”

I nod,feelingmyshouldersjumpwitha chill.I glance down at my nipples,juttinguplikecoathooks,and I brusquely fold my arms over my chest.

Killian stiffens.

Neither of us speaks.

My gaze drops down his delicious torso to the outline of his cock in his boxers. Is he half-hard? Heat floods me as I stare down. He’s all fucking man.

I stop breathing.

When I look up again, he stares at me through hooded eyes ablaze with unashamed hunger.

He wants to fuck me. I think. No, I know. I know he does. Right here in the hallway, as hard as he can.

The man would tear me apart.

My lips involuntarily part. My thighs part slightly. My heart skips a beat.

He’s going to kiss me.

Please.

“Go to bed,” he says, his voice full of gravel.

He turns abruptly and takes a few steps toward the grand staircase to his bedroom before stopping. “Do you want a nightcap?”

“Sure,” I whisper.

He nods curtly. “Put on a robe or something.” His voice is extra gruff as his eyes slide over my body one last time, triggering another violent shiver.

I must have hypothermia.

THIRTEEN

Killian

I might have found the whole damn thing comical if I wasn’t so irritated. God knows why I didn’t fire her on the spot. Instead, here I am, against my better judgment, waiting for Clodagh to have a nightcap with me.

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