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Cue a nice surge in our profits in the city.
“Remember what I said?” I bit off as my floor approached.
I wasn’t really giving her much attention, but when I looked at her, I saw she was white as a sheet, and looking like she could either faint from fright or piss herself.
Disturbed by both prospects, I murmured, “Just go down the hall and slip into my bedroom. Ignore what you think you hear and forget about it. Do you understand me?”
She whimpered, but that wasn’t enough of a response for me. I grabbed her chin and forced her to look at me. When our eyes clashed, it was like. . . .
Fuck.
It was like I could hear my fucking soul sing as I drowned in the crystal pools of her eyes. It was like my heart was beating double time, and it wanted to soar out of my chest just to get some space.
I’d never felt anything like this before, and I couldn’t afford to feel it, either.
Some men might dream of meeting Mrs. Perfect, settling down, having two point four kids, and driving a people carrier.
I wasn’t one of those guys.
This was my life.
Violence went hand in hand with the expensive suits I wore. My life had a price tag. That wasn’t the kind of shit you brought a woman into. Not unless you were a selfish cunt like Aidan Sr.
I sucked in a shaky breath and pulled my hand from her jaw. Turning back to face the doors, I tried to get my breathing steady, my heartbeat back to its regular pace.
I wanted to screw her.
That was all this was.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Just screwing.
***
Aoife
There wassomething about Finn’s temperament that had me on edge.
I wasn’t exactly thrilled at the prospect of going to his penthouse. I wasn’t thrilled by the knowledge that Aidan O'Donnelly was in there doing only God knew what.
But ‘not thrilled’ morphed into outright terror when I sensed Finn’s edginess.
Until that moment, Finn had been so cool, he’d made a cucumber look like grilled cheese.
He’d emanated it. Seemingly from his very pores. So collected, so rational, and logical that arguing with him had seemed ridiculous.
He’d approached me having weighed up the facts, and knew which pressure points to push. It helped that I remembered him. Helped that his mom had talked about how methodical he was as a boy.
Even as I was reeling at the fact he’d learned I had a connection to Senator Alan Davidson, I was stunned more by the prospect that there was no way out of this.
No way, no how.
If there was, Finn wouldn’t have come to me.
He’d have waited. Found more shit to stick against the walls that were my life, and he wouldn’t have stopped until I was dancing to his tune in the way he wanted.
