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His eyes sparkled with a challenge of his own, and for the briefest of seconds, I worried that I might have found a man capable of standing toe-to-toe with me.
No. That was fucking ridiculous. I was worlds better than him.
I cleared my throat. Wisely, he stayed silent.
“Even if Iletyou fuck me—which wasn’t going to happen before, and it sure as hell isn’tgoing to now—it wouldn’t be my first time,” I spat, sputtering a little with my fury. His grin only grew wider, his eyes glinting with some deeper meaning that I wasn’t able to identify.
He didn’t know me, and he wasn’t ever going to.
Even in my barely restrained state of rage, I was captivated by him, and I hated it. With my mouth set in a firm line, I glared at him as my vehemence escalated that much further.
My expectation was that he would be furious in return. I searched his expression, looking for the telltale furrowing of his brow, the angry wrinkling of his nose, and the narrowing of his glare, but I saw none of those things.
Instead, he leaned closer, only scant inches between us now. I knew I should push him away or slap him across the face, but I didn’t do any of those things. In some twisted way, I was enjoying the standoff between us. I wasn’t going to be the one to back off first, and it didn’t appear that he would either.
“I didn’t specify that it would be your first-time having sex, Ada. What I said is that it would be your first time gettingfucked.”
His voice was low and husky, making me catch my breath as his meaning hit me. I swallowed furiously, gritting my teeth and narrowing my gaze in his direction. He didn’t back down.
Fuming, I reached for my drink, wrapped my fingers around the glass stem, and threw the entire thing right in his face. The scent of olives and alcohol permeated the air between us as the liquid dripped down his face and dribbled onto his suit. He stared me down for a tense moment, before reaching for his own and taking a long sip.
In a show of authority, I signaled Angus for another. Without a word, he started making a fresh cocktail, shaking it vigorously as Shane and I sat in edgy silence. Once a fresh martini was presented in front of me, I casually lifted it off the bar and took a sip, leveling Shane with a defiant scowl.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, dabbing his face clean. After that, I watched as he patted at his white, button-up shirt and his jacket, knowing it was going to cost him a pretty penny to have the fancy suit dry cleaned.
Such were the consequences for speaking to me like that. He deserved to pay the price.
To my surprise, he stayed seated and continued sipping his whiskey as I enjoyed the rest of my drink.
He stood up, and I was just about to grin with my victory when he leaned in close to me. The hair on the back of my neck prickled and at the same time my nipples pebbled, safely encased within my bra and covered by my own flawless designer pant suit.
“I really like this pub. You don’t need to worry, though. I’ll be back tomorrow, and if you’re averygood girl, you’ll get another chance to ask nicely for your fucking,” he whispered, his voice sultry and irritatingly seductive.
“Do you know who I am, asshole?” I spat, unable to keep my fury from spiraling that much higher.
“Yes,little girl.I know this is your pub, and I also know that you’ve never been properlyfucked. There’s no need to tell me I’m right.”
“Getoutbefore I have my men throw you out,” I snarled, glaring daggers at him. If looks could kill, he would have dropped dead right there in the middle of the pub.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he winked, before he tossed back the rest of his whiskey, slid it across the bar, and turned on his heel. He walked out of the pub without looking back over his shoulder at me.
It infuriated me that he did that.
Asshole.
“Who the fuck was that?” Angus questioned.
“You didn’t recognize him either?” I growled.
“Nope. He’s a new face in town or something. Are you alright? Should I let anyone know about him?” he asked curtly.
“No. I’m fine. I’ll handle this one,” I exclaimed, trying to come to terms with my anger, pride, and the way my body was pulsing with emotion and unwanted desire. I didn’t want to admit it, but there was a small part of me that had been aroused by his arrogance.
Feeling flustered, I finished my martini much more quickly than I meant to. I slid my feet to the ground and climbed out of the bar stool.
“You good for the night?” I asked.
“Yeah. I got this. Have a good night, boss,” he answered.
