Page 3 of Three Irish Kings
A bump in the road startles me, bringing me back to reality.
I bounce as the driver pulls up to the venue, a huge building that used to be the city hall. It’s decorated so well now it fits perfectly as a red-carpet scene.
As we get out of the car, the flashes from the paparazzi nearly blind me as we rush inside.
Colleen is a bit of a celebrity in her own right, heir to an investment company that makes billions every year. Her trust fund is huge, and her father... well, he’s rumored to be involved in all kinds of scandals and even reportedly has ties to the Irish mob, not that Colleen would ever confirm or denythat.
And since she is my friend, he is not the one I aim to look into today.
But Iknowother billionaires in this city have something to hide. And I’m going to find out what the hell it is.
I walk into the building, and I’m assaulted with beautiful food platters lined along the walls, well-dressed debutantes standing around with champagne flutes, men in tuxedos and suits with their glasses of brown liquor.
I have no idea what I expected, but I wasn’t expecting it to be this... tame. Honestly, a little boring.
There’s music, faint, classical, and a splash of moving color makes me turn my head to the dance floor.
Everyone’s just arriving, so there’s only one couple there.
The man has auburn hair, falling down over his face as he sways with the woman as if they are making love on the dance floor.
As the last notes float through the air, the man holds the woman in his arms as he bends her backwards, making her blush, and even I get hot just looking at how he is holding her.
When he sets her straight a few seconds later, he nods at her and turns, walking away, leaving her there, hand on chest, heaving as if she just finished running a marathon and looking lost.
He looks up, and his green eyes fall on me.
I look away, suddenly flustered.
Who is he?
I was not expecting to find someone like him here.
He’s more handsome than I would have expected, with those bright green eyes, flickering with mischief, a sharp jaw, and very slight stubble suggesting he just shaved maybe a couple of days ago.
Would it scratch if he kissed me?
I blink.
I have no idea who this man is. This is the first time I’ve even seen him. I must be really hard-up if I’m already fantasizing about a kiss.
I turn back, too curious to stay away, and he’s gone.
Taking a breath, I pick up a champagne flute and shake myself out of the lusty haze he got me under.
I need to really focus and lock in. I’ve got to get to know somebody before things get hectic.
A tap on my shoulder startles me so much I nearly spill the champagne.
“Whoa there.” A slight Irish accent tickles my ears.
When I turn, it’s the man that was dancing with that woman.
He takes the glass from me, steadying me with a hand on my hip. “It can be hard to keep your drink in the glass.”
It’s like fire where he touches me.
My eyes widen.
