Page 36 of Fearless Sinner

I look around and find Cillian standing behind me. Our eyes lock and I’m so stunned to see him I can’t speak.

Like me, he’s dressed in full black tonight. But in his button-down shirt, black slacks and Tom Ford-clad feet, he makes the color look like no one has ever worn it.

His hair is wild with a just-got-out-of-bed sexy look that makes my mouth water.

I’ve never met a man who could ooze such sex appeal in such high doses.

Those piercing blue eyes burrow into minelike he’s trying to dig for my secrets. The ripple of energy coursing between us is so potent I want him to see inside me.

What am I thinking?

This is not a coincidence. There’s no way he would be here at the same time as me.

“Mr. O’Ridian, if you aren’t careful I might think you’re following me,” I say with a confidence I don’t feel.

“I am following you.” He smiles and the dimples he reveals encourage me to stare at the perfection of his face.

“To keep tabs on me?”

“Not the way you think.” He grins wider and there’s no mistaking the sexual connotation laced through his words.

I swallow hard and try to tamp down my anxiety.“I was just getting a drink before heading home.”

“There’s been a change of plans, though, now that I’m here.”

I simply stare at him, trying to figure him out. “You won’t allow me to say no to you, will you?”

Another smile dances on his lips. “You learn fast, lass.” He places his hand on the small of my back and a chill ripples through me, curling down my spine. “You’re scared of me.”

“Shouldn’t I be?”

“Yes, but I won’t hurt you.”

“I’m sure if you were going to hurt me, you wouldn’t tell me.”

“Yes, I would.” I’m surprised by how casual he sounds. As if we could be talking about the weather. “That’s the difference between me and most men.”

“And I’m supposed to believe you?”

“You don’t have to believe me, lass. But I’m taking you anyway.”

My eyes widen. “What? Where are you taking me?”

“To drink.”

My breath stills in my chest but I try to inhale past the constriction. “Just to drink?”

“Just to drink.” The next second sees him leading me away from the bar to the VIP room.

It looks gorgeous with its sofa area, private bar and glossy black flooring, which all match the soft jazz music playing in the background.

We’re secluded and away from everyone else, but the glass wall allows us to see what’s happening below us.

With a frown, I spot the group of plastics I was with minutes ago, who still haven’t noticed that I’m gone. Or maybe they have and they just don’t care.

I don’t care either but it seems that I have bigger fish to fry.

Cillian ushers me to the sofa and we sit next to each other. As soon as we do, a bartender enters the room to take our order.

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