Page 51 of Killian

There isn’t anywhere to hide in here, but I also don’t think too many people here will be paying us close attention. Being located in the middle of Hell’s Kitchen, it’s a small place not many in our world frequent.

The owner gives us the best table he has, but it’s not private by any means. Then he brings us over the bottle of whiskey he keeps on hand for me alone.

“Thank you, Tony. Give us a few minutes.”

The man nods. He’s a man of few words.

“His name is really Tony?” Greer whispers as the man hustles back to the kitchen.

“I don’t think it’s his real name, but it’s what he likes to go by.”

She nods in understanding, taking in the menu in front of her.

When Tony comes back, we give him our order before turning back to one another.

Greer hesitates when I reach across the table, grabbing her hand for anyone to see.

“Killian,” she whispers a warning.

“Stop denying me. This is my life. If I want to risk it, let me.”

She scoffs, “Do you think he would let me off so easy?”

“He better, otherwise Conor would have you on the first flight out. You would be so far hidden off the grid, Bash would be better off forgetting he ever had a sister named Greer.”

She chuckles. “You’re so confident, aren’t you?”

I settle my eyes on hers, showing her how serious I am. “Conor is standing in the back room right now. His eyes? They are taking in any threats. If any were to make themselves known, his main objective is to protect you, even if it means throwing his body in front of yours to take a bullet. If he gets you out and the danger still persists, he is to extract you by any means possible. Even if it means putting you on my private jet and sending you as far away from danger as possible.”

I watch as she swallows hard, her hand tensing in mine. “What about you? Isn’t he supposed to protect his boss?”

I shake my head. “He protects what is the most important to me. It’s not my own life,a ghrá.”

Her eyes shimmer with unshed tears. “Killian, when you say things like that you make me want to forget the rest of the world and hide away with you.”

“Then do it. Stay with me. We can find this fucker who is stealing from me then you can become my queen.”

Her eyes flash a brief panic. “I don’t know if that’s realistic.”

I heave out a sigh. “It’s okay, my love. We will get there.”

When Tony brings out our sushi, I reluctantly release her hand so we can eat. I don’t take my eyes off of her though.

Especially when her tongue darts out to chase the lingering whiskey every time she takes a sip.

By the end of dinner, I’m painfully hard. Who knew being out to dinner with a woman can be so sensual?

When I help her out of her chair, I don’t stop my hands from landing on her hips. Nor do I resist the urge to press a kiss to her lips.

She gasps but doesn’t pull away.

Progress,I think to myself.

Then I lead her back the way we came.

When we get back into the car, Conor starts the engine, turning back to us.

“Where to, boss?”

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