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I plaster my prettiest smile on my face. “Then perhaps I should make all this worth your while?”
Arnie’s eyes bore into mine as if seeing through to my very soul.
There’s a part of all this I miscalculated. The sheer volume of electricity that seems to course through me at his touch makes my task so much harder to navigate.
I don’t need to sleep with him. I just needed to distract him long enough to make my escape. But… Even his smell is drawing me in. Cedarwood blinds my senses as the moment stretches on and on.
I can feel my breathing getting more and more labored as he glances down at my lips.
Shit.
He leans in closer, his breath tickling across my cheek as he reaches my ear.
“No.”
Chapter Eight
Arnie
“What’s the problem?” Roisin whispers close to me. Too close. “Don’t you want me?”
Her voice might be sickly sweet, but there is a dangerous edge to it. There are not many women who would approach me like this so boldly. Especially when they have seen the kind of skills I possess.
The hideous, beastly side of me craves this attention. It whispers to me to ignore rational thought and give in to my base instincts.
But when I look at the woman before me, fragile, mistreated, and lied to by everyone she loves… My resolve hardens.
“You’re drunk right now,” I point out. It’s a dodge to cover my true feelings, but a truth nonetheless.
Roisin’s brow furrows. “So?”
“Please… just sit back down.”
She doesn’t. In fact, she merely adjusts her position on my lap and reaches to twirl a piece of my hair between her fingers. The beastly whispers turn to screams.
“If you’re worried about what my brother might think, we don’t have to tell him.”
I snatch at her hand and throw it away from me. “I said, sit back down. Now.”
She pouts prettily. “Am I not your type?”
“I’m not entertaining that question. Get off me.”
“Because I can be whatever you want me to be.”
Dear God, this woman will be the death of me.
I stand suddenly, and I see the surprise in her eyes as she tips off my knee. Whether it’s the alcohol or general lack of coordination, she falls straight onto the floor.
“You’re grieving the loss of your friend,” I say sharply, looming over her. “Your body is still recovering from the drugs, and you just found out your family is a part of the Irish mob. You’re in shock—or, at least, completely delusional if you think I would sleep with you right now.”
“What?” Her voice suddenly hardens.
“You’re not in your right mind.”
She laughs. It’s the cruel and completely sober laugh of someone who’s just been caught. “You think you’d be taking advantage ofme?!That’s adorable.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “The hell are you on about?”
