Page 46 of Bound Lies

The moment the door pings open, I step out first so as not to have to follow behind Riley. My cock is already semi-hard as it is, and I don’t need to see how well the thin silk of her dress clings to her ass.

“Are you not going to open my door for me?” she asks when I walk around to the driver’s door of my BMW.

“I’m not your husband yet.”

“Asshole.”

“You don’t want me to call you princess, and yet you insist on me treating you like one.”

“Seriously? Opening a car door for a woman is nothing more than basic manners, Kieran.”

Fuck, the sound of my name on her lips has me subtly adjusting my cock.

Our eyes meet across the top of the car, and it feels like my body has been hit with an electric shock.

This woman is like a flame incarnate. Every inch of my skin feels like it’s on fire, and I haven’t even touched her.

I can tell from the fierce determination on Riley’s face that the only way she’s going to get in the car is if I open the damn door for her.

Biting my tongue, I stalk around the front of the car, making a point to stand a little too close to her as I lean in and reach for the handle.

Just as I suspected, her throat bobs as she looks up at me, and I have to bite down hard on the inside of my cheek to stop from smirking.

I open the door without breaking eye contact, and Riley’s cheeks flush pink, the same color as her plump lips, and I feel that familiar surge of blood rushing south.

I’m walking a very thin line here by getting so close to her, but part of me is tempted to find out what happens if I dare to cross it.

“Happy now?” I murmur in her ear as she moves to climb into the car.

“Not even a little bit.”

“Brat,” I mutter under my breath as I slam the door shut.

I can’t let myself get distracted by a smart mouth and a silky dress.

Tonight, I need to focus on the plan and the war that is on the horizon. But I have a feeling that’s going to be easier said than done.

Chapter Eleven

RILEY

This is the date from hell.

I don’t know what I expected when I agreed to go out with Kieran Sullivan, but I thought at the very least, there would be some polite conversation.

Apparently that was setting the bar too high because all he’s giving me is nothing but a cold wall of silence since we sat down twenty minutes ago.

I thought this dress would have his eyes glued to my breasts as well as leaving me open for an onslaught of inappropriate comments, but I’m not even getting that. The man is literally giving me nothing.

The waiter has had more attention than me, which only pisses me off more.

I shouldn’t be annoyed that Kieran Sullivan isn’t paying me any attention, but I am.

I swirl the wine in my glass and glance around the restaurant.

The lighting is warm, and the ambiance is soft and romantic, though it does nothing to warm Kieran’s icy exterior.

“So…” I force myself to keep my tone upbeat. “What’s the plan? We sit here in silence until one of us dies, or do you think we’ll make it to dessert first?”