Page 27 of Killian

“It’s going.” I scrunch up my nose in frustration, making him chuckle.

“You’ll figure it out.”

“I thought you were leaving?”

“I was.” He tilts his head, staring at me. “But your brother called, wanting to know if you were here. Apparently, you don’t answer your phone,” he teases, making me groan.

“I swear he’s reached out more since I’ve been here than he has in the last decade,” I mutter, moving my laptop off my lap. Killian stands, taking my hand in his, and pulls me up. He slaps my ass as I walk by, making me yelp. I grab my bag from the chair in front of his desk and dig in search for my phone.

“I have too much shit.” I sigh as I remove the contents and set them on his desk.

Killian leans against his desk, watching with a smile on his face. He grabs a tube of lipstick and opens it, taking in the deep red.

“I don’t think that’s your color.” I raise a brow.

“Definitely not. But I can’t help but wonder what it will look like on me after you suck my cock.”

“It’s smudge-proof,” I mumble, feeling myself blush.

“Is it though?” he says wickedly as he slips it into his pocket, making me shake my head.

Finally, I unearth my phone from the bottom of my bag. Unlocking the screen, I see three missed calls and ten unanswered text messages.

“Probably shouldn’t have left it on silent,” I say under my breath.

“If you hadn’t, he would have interrupted us,” Killian points out. He pushes off the desk, pulling me close. Leaning down, he kisses me deeply. As I start to fall into him, he breaks the kiss and steps away. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to see a man about some money. Will I see you tonight?” he asks as he adjusts his cuff links.

“Maybe. If you’re lucky.” I shrug.

“See you later,a ghrá,” he says over his shoulder as he walks away.

As he walks away, I can’t help reach up and touch my lips.

Just like the first time.

Shaking my thoughts away, I press call.

“The Irishman hasn’t killed you yet, I see,” Bash answers, making me roll my eyes.

“Hello, brother. How are you?”

“Tonight. Dinner at six-thirty. Be here by six.”

“Are you asking or telling?” I bite, making him sigh. I hear the shuffling of papers in the background.

“Would you like to come over for dinner tonight? Six-thirty sound all right? I’m sure Rosa will make your favorite,” he placates.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Good, now...” he says as I hang up on him. Pulling open my text messages, I shoot one over to Sofia asking if there is anything she needs me to bring for tonight.

As I wait for a response, I set an alarm on my watch, alerting me when it’s time to go.

Sofia texts back immediately, telling me she has it all under control.

“Well, I’m glad one of us does,” I mutter to myself as I drop my phone back into my bag, burying it under all the other contents.

“Remember,go in there with an open mind. Don’t have your wall up,” Enzo says as he drives the borrowed car through the gate.

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