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There is a bar in the corner as well, it’s small, and seats six people, but only stocks whiskey or beer. And a log burning stove to make the room look homely, Aoife said. My sofa is L shape with big cushions and Mam’s no needle chunky blanket, it’s one of my favorites. I like to wrap it round me after a hard day to remind me of her and Aoife. They are why I do what I do, to protect them.
I close the front door and head to the kitchen. Like any other Irish person, when you have guest over you offer them a cup of tea. “Sophie would you like a cuppa? I am making myself one.”
She turns and smiles. “No gingerbread latte today? But yes, please, tea for me. Milk, no sugar. Thank you,” she finishes on a whisper.
I just smirk at her. I don’t think I am ever going to live down the fact I had a gingerbread latte. As I am a hard cold man of the underworld, I am meant to have hard drinks, like whiskey on the rocks or black coffee, but every now and then I like a wee treat when my men aren’t looking, or it’s just me and Ruairi, I like to be me sometimes, Cahill, not the boss of the Traynor family.
I boil the kettle, make us both a cup of tea, offer her some biscuits—you can't drink tea without biscuits. As Sophie is tucking into the biscuit I say, “Doll, I am just going to my office to see if your phone is back. Are you ok here for five minutes? My office is upstairs. Don’t go upstairs. If you do, there will be a punishment. You are more than welcome to check out the living room and sit by the log burner to finish your tea.” Sophie nods.
I am missing her voice, but I am glad she is eating. As I walk away to the office, I glance over my shoulder, and see Sophie dip her biscuit into her tea.
I get to my office and see the phone and report. Like I guessed, she is innocent. Sophie is from Muff Co. Donegal. Only grew up with her mother. Father is unknown. I wonder if that bothers Sophie. Was that hard on her mam? Sophie studied in a night class to become a dental nurse, but she has only been able to get a job as a dental receptionist. I hope she tries to progress in her job. She moved to Dublin a few years ago. She was staying in a hostel when she met Lauren at a coffee shop, and they just hit it off. There is nothing too interesting about Sophie at all.
I head back out of the office to give Sophie her phone back. She has moved from the kitchen into the living room, checking out the books I own. I come up behind her. I can smell her fruity perfume and feel the heat of her body on mine. How I would love to run my hands down her back or move her hair and kiss her neck.
Instead, I say, “Sophie, here is your phone. Would you like to tell Lauren that you won't be home tonight as you have met a handsome charming man and he is treating you to dinner and drinks?”
She spins so quickly I get hit in the chest with her hair. Her big brown eyes stare up at me like I’m crazy, which might be true.
“Am I just meant to leave out the part that you kidnapped me? And I still don’t really know you. I am guessing you are something like a criminal because why else would you have men, this big secure house, and drop off points,” she spits at me.
I try to reason with her. “Sophie, I have already warned you not to push me, lose the attitude. I need you to stay the weekend. I want to make sure no one is looking for you. You were at a very dangerous place earlier with two different families. I need to make sure they didn’t see you, or want you, and that you are not working for the Garda. I would like to try to keep you safe if you are innocent. Also, I don’t think Lauren will mind. I think she might be kept busy.” I smirk to myself.
I will send Ruairi to Lauren’s place to grab Sophie’s stuff, and maybe distract Lauren from contacting Sophie all weekend. I can see Sophie’s mind ticking away, she finally answers with a flick of her hair.
“Where will I be staying? I am not sleeping with you! And what about clothes? Am I just to wear what I have on me till you see fit to let me go?”
Stubborn little Irish woman. I think I will have to punish her after dinner.
“Doll, don’t go making demands. You might not like your punishment if you keep trying to push me,” I say in a low and quiet voice near her ear. I want her to feel my breath on her. I smile when I feel her shiver. I do affect her like she affects me. I step back, holding out her phone.
“Call Lauren and put it on speaker phone. I need to hear you both. Don’t say anything you shouldn’t, Sophie,” I say more sternly.
I am secretly hoping she slips up before dinner so I can place her across my lap and turn her firm ass to a lovely shade of pink, to feel the heat of it stinging my hand, and watch as Sophie is not able to sit without being uncomfortable. She needs to learn her place and manners. I am the boss, she is my guest, maybe prisoner, and I am letting her have dinner, and in a lovely room, compared to the cage I have in the basement. Maybe the cage would help motivate her. I won't rule it out for now. I don’t want to use it on her. I like her, and she deserves luxury, if she can be a good girl like that song said on the radio.
