“You don’t look like it’s a good one.”
“I want you closer to our family. You’ve been nothing but a good friend and a solid lieutenant, and I think you deserve to be rewarded.”
“Are you giving me a promotion?”
“In a way, that’s right. Let’s say I’m offering… tenure.”
“Like a professor? Like I can do whatever I want and not get fired?”
“More or less, if you do this for me.” Finn blows out a breath. “Martin Corrigan’s got a daughter. Did you know that?”
I sit very still. It takes a lot of effort not to show anything on my face.
Because yeah, I knew he had a daughter.
She was in my bed last night.
“Regan, right?” I say casually, which is normal, that’s a thing he’d expect me to know.
“She was going to marry Kieren Foley, but that’s obviously not happening anymore. Her dad’s pissed about the whole situation, but now there’s an opportunity to make sure his organization and my family remain tightly bound up for a very long time.”
My mouth dries up. My heart stutters and there’s a little screaming panicking voice in my head telling me to splash the burning coffee in his face andrun.
“What’s the opportunity, Finn?”
“I’m not forcing you to do anything. This is not an order. If you turn it down, that’s fine, we’ll get someone else. Nobody will hold it against you. But if you go through with it… if you do this for me… you’ll be in. Declan will owe you. I’ll make sure of it.”
I lean back and do my best to remain utterly calm and disinterested. I glance at my immaculately groomed fingernails. I pretend like I don’t know exactly what this is leading to.
“Not a small thing for the Big Boss Whelan to owe me,” I say as the memory of Regan’s moans flit through my head.
“You’ll bein, Liam, in a way I could never get you before. All you have to do… is marry Regan Corrigan.”
Well fuck me straight in the eyeball.
There it is.
I almost laugh out loud because this can’t be happening.
Finn’s got no clue what I did the night before.
The filthy, horrible, beautiful things I did to Regan, assuming that would be my one and only chance.
And he’s got no clue… how badly I want to go again.
How she’s all I can think about right now.
Which is terrifying for me, really.
With other women it’s like, I fuck them once and they’re suddenly smashed out of my consciousness, like coming on their tits blasts them from my brain or something.
Not with Regan.
If anything, she’s lingering in a way I find…
Unacceptable.
“Now how do you know… the girl will do it?” I ask and struggle to sound like I’m only curious.
