Chapter 14
Killian
I’m trying to fill Shay and Pat in on what I need them to do for the opening tomorrow night, but my attention keeps wandering over to the girls.
Specifically, to Sam. I cannot get the feel of her bare ass grinding against my cock out of my head.
Or stop looking at her thick, shiny hair that I want to wrap around my fist, or the swell of her breasts exposed in that goddamn sundress.
I order a whiskey and down it, my brain immediately conjuring up an image of licking whiskey from her cleavage. “Fuck me.” I order another.
“You seem kind of wound up tonight. You think your sister’s in danger?” Pat asks, glancing over at their table with a worried expression.
I shrug, trying for nonchalance. “I told Sandro I’d keep on eye on her. Until we know who the target was at the weddin’, we can’t be too careful.”
“Hope they find that fucker soon,” Pat says, taking a pull of his Guiness. “Can’t believe he accidently shot Mac. What an unlucky cunt.” He chuckles darkly.
When I glance back over at Sam, our eyes meet and a jolt of electricity shoots down to my dick.
She begins to cough. Did she feel it, too?
Out of all the fucking women, why is my traitorous body reacting to her?
I watch as she leaves the table, pushes through the crowd and heads to the back hallway.
Then I notice the asshole in the hat who’s been eye-fuckin’ her get up and follow.
Where you goin’, fucker?
I knock my knuckles on the bar. “Be right back. Keep your eye on the girls.” Then I wait at end of the hallway, tucked into the shadows, watching to see what he’s gonna do.
A man can tell when a woman is easy prey. It’s the way she carries herself, if there’s eye contact or avoidance. Sam is not easy prey, and he chose her anyway. So that means this cocksucker would enjoy her claws. Get off on the fight.
I don’t like the way he’s parked himself against the wall beside the bathroom door. And sure enough, when she tries to pass him, he grabs her arm. My whole body goes rigid.
She whirls around and jerks her arm from his grip. Her back is to me now, but her tense posture and clenched fists tell me all I need to know about how she’s feeling, and that’s threatened.
I step out into the hallway, pull the blade from my pocket and begin to clean my nails with it as I stare down the eejit who has Sam cornered.
His gaze suddenly snaps up to meet mine.
I shake my head slowly in warning.
He tenses, lifts his hands and takes a step back.
As soon as I see another woman appear from the bathroom, I slip back into the shadows.
I’m glad I did, because as Sam and the woman pass me, I can see how Sam’s shoulders are back and her chin is up. She thinks he backed off because of whatever she said to him.
I chuckle, amused, then head back to the bar.
I’m nursing my third whiskey, surveying the room when I notice a cluster of men talking and glancing at the girls.
They’re probably harmless. Polos and khakis, perfectly gelled hair.
But I don’t give them a chance to interrupt the girls’ evening.
I stroll over and stand between Lennon and Sam, sipping my whiskey and staring at the group of businessmen.
The douchebag in the yellow Polo notices me first and elbows his friend. It only takes a few seconds for them all to be watching me with dumb, confused expressions. I obviously need to make it clearer.
With the hand I’m holding my glass in, I make a circle over the girls’ heads, then I shake my head and flip them off.
As they shuffle off, Lennon groans. “Killian, please don’t cause a scene.”
I grin down at her. “Me? Never.” Then for some bloody reason, I decide to pull up a chair and sit. “Just going to give it a few minutes to make sure they got the message,” I explain, mostly to myself, because what the fuck am I doing?
Lennon smirks at me, shakes her head.
Sloane says, “Anyway,” shooting me an irritated glance for breaching their girl space. Then she continues whatever conversation I’d interrupted. I get a whiff of Sam’s subtle, floral shampoo and my dick twitches, remembering her pressed against me, grinding her hips.
Sam clears her throat beside me. “Why did you talk to my apartment manager?”
I swing my head and meet her eyes. Instead of gratitude, her gold-flecked amber eyes are glittering with anger. Interesting.
Her skin is flushed from the alcohol or emotion, I don’t know which, but I can’t help picturing her beneath me, flushed for a different reason. “Why did I politely ask your manager to do his bloody job?”
She scoffs, probably at the politely part, which would be fair.
“Because you’re my employee now, and I take care of my employees. A thank you is usually what I’d get.”
Her eyes narrow and blood rushes to my dick. Such a brat.
“I’m already in your debt, as you so kindly pointed out, so do me a favor… and don’t do me any more favors.”
That should piss me off, but damn if I don’t like it when the little vixen gets mouthy.
I lean over and brush my lips against her ear, satisfied when goosebumps break out on her arms. “Be careful, Vixen. I have plenty of ideas of how to keep that sassy mouth busy.” I pull back and let her see the seriousness in my eyes.
Her pupils are blown now, and I watch her try to swallow.
My lips twitch. She liked that. My dick agrees.
“Fuck off, Killian,” she whispers, her tone breathy, her pulse fluttering in her neck like a trapped bird.
My gaze lowers to her mouth and full bottom lip, which she’s now chewing on and fuck if I don’t want to bite it for her. I smile and swallow a moan.
Reluctantly, and with so much bleedin’ effort I should get an award, I stand and walk away from her. I have lost my goddamn mind.