Page 88 of Fifth Avenue Fling

I don’t give myself time to change my mind.

I push open his bedroom door and storm toward his bed without turning on the light, until I’m standing with my hands on my hips, glaring at him.

He’s awake.

The light from his bedside table casts shadows on his face, simultaneously making him look even more devastatingly attractive and deadly.

The blankets are pushed down to the V of his lower stomach. I’m momentarily distracted by the dark pubic hair. He’s naked under those covers.

His eyes flash with anger as he takes me in.

Shivers go through me, but I spread my legs into a defiant stance and square my shoulders. Chest puffed out. Butt clenched.

I’m the alpha here.You don’t scare me, mister.

“How dare you!” I splutter.

“What the fuck are you doing?” His voice comes out in a husky growl as he rises onto his forearms.

It’s then I notice the book beside him, momentarily disarming me. Hot guys reading… it doesn’t get any sexier than that.

I find myself wavering but forge ahead. He’s the asshole here. “You can’t just demand I come home on my own time. You don’t own me. Orla and I were having a lovely night, then I was manhandled and ordered to go home.” I gulp in a deep breath. I’m on a roll here. “You can’t ground me like you do Teagan. I’m not yourproperty.” Spit sprays from my mouth as I hiss my last words.

Attractive.

He responds with a fixed glare, not giving away any emotion. “Everything in this house is my property.”

“Ugh!” I screech in an angry huff because it’s all I’m capable of.

It’s the sneer on his lips that sets me off again as his gaze burns into me.

I refuse to wither.

“Do you get off on being a jerk? Do you?” I snap, not expecting an answer. “Controlling people is your version of porn. Yes,Mister Quinn,” I say in a patronizing sneer verging on a baby voice. “Three bags full,Mister Quinn. Just when I was getting to know Hedge Fund Andy, you ruined our chance at something special.” Lies.

I see his whole body go rigid, every muscle in his massive chest tightening. His jaw clenches. His nostrils flare. Angry breath leaves his lungs.

Ifeelthe air crackle with his wrath.

The sheets rustle.

Fuck. He’s on the move.

The sheets are flung off, and his legs are out of the bed. He stands to his full height at the side of the bed, treating me to a full moon.

As he comes at me, not giving two fucks that his massive cock is now on display, I realize I have no follow-up plan.

“That’ll be all. Good night!” I bark before turning on my heels and skittering out of his bedroom.

NINETEEN

Clodagh

The sound of heavy footsteps coming toward the studio door has my heart doing the bongo against my ribs.

Living with the most arrogant man in New York and a few too many drinks pushed me to the brink. Now my inner alpha has reduced to a scared little kid who wants nothing more than to crawl under the bed and disappear.

He’s going to fire me and throw me out onto the street tonight. Immigration will be here to deport me any second now.

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