Chapter 18
Killian
I couldn’t ask for a grander launch for The Lucky Sinner.
While everyone is entertained and spending loads of money, Sully and I have made some important contacts.
Still, there’s an underlying current of agitation in my bones.
An itch that desperately needs scratching.
Halfway through the night, I realize that itch is the smart, curvy brunette with too many secrets and a sassy mouth.
Bleedin’ hell.
I can’t seem to stop myself from looking for her in every corner. Right now, she’s at the bar, her smile lighting up the room as she laughs at something Dominic Breyer of Breyer Wealth Management has just said. My mood darkens. I clench my fists at my side. The prick doesn’t deserve her smile.
And you do? The annoying devil on my shoulder scoffs. Maybe tasking her with keepin’ my clients happy wasn’t my finest idea. I’m about to force myself to turn away when Edward Glazer sidles up to the bar, his attention locked on Sam.
Jezus bleedin’ Christ, didn’t I give these fuckers enough women to drool over?
And then Sam goes still. My eyes flick down to Glazer’s right hand resting on her hip, and a red haze blurs my vision. Every muscle in my body vibrates with rage as I take a step toward them. But then I meet Sam’s gaze and it’s full of fierce determination. She raises a hand to stop me.
Fighting against myself, I manage to stay where I am and just watch.
Her smile is gone when she looks Glazer in the eyes and says something to him.
Scarlett appears and places a bourbon next to him. Sam picks it up and holds it out. Frazer removes his hand and accepts the drink. Scarlett is getting a bleedin’ bonus tonight.
And Frazer is getting a lesson in touching what’s not his.