Page 7 of Fearless

“Sorry, man,” I say. “I didn’t see the queue.”

A perfectly plucked eyebrow pops up as she studies me. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“What’s your deal?” I wave a hand at the mass of people. “I said I didn’t see the fucking line.”

And then she shoves me.

Hard.

My back slams into the guy behind me, and I fumble at him as I try to get my feet under me again.

“Get your hands off my boyfriend!” another girl yells before yanking at my hair.

What the actual fuck? I fend off the jealous bitch’s unprovoked attack with a swipe of my arm, wheeling back to get out of her way.

Forgetting about Little Miss Kitty behind me. “Cow!”

Man, I just can’t catch a break, can I?

I dart to the side, barely escaping her claws, and bump into someone else.

This place is a damn fire hazard with all these chumps in here. I spin around, already apologizing so I don’t get shivved with a stiletto, and find myself staring up at the same dark eyes as before.

“She’s with me,” the man says in a deliciously deep growl of a voice.

And just like that, Miss Kitty and the jealous cow whose boyfriend won’t stop ogling my ass transform into star-struck morons.

“Hi Cillian!” croons Miss Kitty. “Did you get my DM on Insta?” She pops a piece of gum and bats her eyelashes at him.

Instead of replying, he grabs the back of my neck and starts steering me through the crowd. I should have elbowed him in the kidney like I did Horny Druggie, but…

But I don’t want to.

It makes no fucking sense, but for some reason I’m dying to know where he’s taking me.

Maybe it’s the way he moves around like he owns the place. Maybe it’s because I could have been seriously injured in that catfight if he hadn’t rescued me. Or maybe it’s because no matter how ridiculous it seems, there’s something exhilarating about his touch.

Also, it’s been a while sinceanyonetouched me. So there’s that.

CHAPTER THREE

CILLIAN

Icould have played up the Sir Galahad act twenty minutes ago, but this is far more amusing.

If the club were a pre-school, Meisie would be the new girl who hadn’t yet learned the way of the world.

Who to avoid.

Who to make friends with.

When to walk away, and when to get the fuck out, pronto.

Yes, she managed to get the better of the first guy, but I think a wet cigarette could have also got the better of him. Basically, she’s innocent as hell and completely out of her depth. So about as far from my usual type as the north pole from the south.

But I do like her accent. All posh and classy and delicate. Feminine.

And I like her freckles.

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