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“Stop staring at me like that,” he teased me with a wink, breaking through my thoughts. Bending down, he passed me my discarded clothes. “I’m more than just a piece of meat, you know.”
“Is that so?” I teased him back as I pulled them on, sans tank top. That wasn’t going to be an option since he’d torn in right down the middle of my back.
“That’s right.” He grinned, handing me his T-shirt. “I’ve got brains up in here, baby.” He pointed to his head.
“I’ll keep that in mind when I’m making my selection.” I winked at him. His face fell comically.
“Selection?” he asked, feigning hurt, hand splayed across his chest as he let out a dramatic gasp. “You think you can choose between the two of us?”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Who said either of you were in the running?” I joked, heading for the elevator.
“You got someone else in mind, wildcat?” His pace quickened as he made his way toward me. “Someone else who can satisfy your greedy needs?”
Looking over my shoulder, I shot him a smirk. “BOB has always been pretty good in that area.”
“Who the hell is Bob?”
I laughed but didn’t answer as I broke into a sprint.
“Who the hell is Bob, wildcat?”
21
Traitor and whore.
Those were the two words that were currently rattling around in my brain as Nan held up the dress that had been set aside for me to wear to the auction that was being held just days after the gala.
The worddresswas a bit of a stretch. It was nothing more than two poorly sewn together pieces of fabric with thin armholes.
“There is no fucking way I am wearing that.” I narrowed my eyes at the scrap of fabric. Maybe if I glared at it hard enough, it would burst into flames. “I’m pretty sure my vagina would pull a Paris Hilton.”
Ava snorted. The redheaded bombshell was currently sitting on my bed, her legs folded under her, flipping through some trashy magazine she’d brought with her. Next to her sat a pile of clothes she’d washed for me to wear back to my house. My car had magically been fixed, and everything was set for me to make my sudden appearance back home.
“I know it’s not the best, lass,” Nan said gently. “But it is what’s expected of you.”
Stupid, stupid idea.
“You couldn’t find something with at least a little more length?”
This was what I had signed up for. Being paraded around like Kiernan’s whore, which was a lot more fun in the bedroom when he was whispering dirty Irish sayings in my ear and less fun when it required me to be pranced around like a brood mare waiting to be mounted.
“We can’t always get what we want, now can we?”
“Sure, I can,” I told her. “If I set it on fire.” Although that might be hazardous to the environment since it was no doubt made from some toxic material.
“I’ll get the matches.” Ava winked conspiratorially at me, and I laughed. She was a lot like Seamus, easygoing and quick to laughter, but the glint beneath her emerald eyes told me she could be just as cold and stubborn as Kiernan.
Or her father.
“Might need to find a crater to burn it in,” I sighed. “It’s probably also considered hazardous waste.”
Nan tutted at our banter, scolding us like two small children, but there was no mistaking the laughter behind her eyes.
“For a prisoner, she sure is growing bold.” A sharp voice cut through our laughter. Nan’s smile faded and her eyes narrowed into slits as she stared down the intruder.
“For someone who says she’s not a witch,” Ava snarled, “you sure know how to appear out of thin air when you’re not wanted. Where’s your broomstick? Did you lose it? Or is it just shoved so far up your ass no one can see it?”
Well, holy fucking shit balls on a tortilla.
