Page 5 of Three Irish Kings
“What do you do?”
“I… um, I’m in… investments.”
Intriguing and also vague enough to let me know this might be a good guy to try and get information from. That being said, I’m not at all interested in a long, drawn-out explanation of investment techniques, so I’ll have to dig a little deeper to see if I need to cut my losses with him, even if it is a pity. I could have a lot of fun with Dare.
“Really? My family owns an investment boutique company.” Actually, my father owns a bookstore, and my mother is an artist. She sells her sculptures at a local art gallery.
“Ah, then you know how it goes. Besides, as much as I’d like to bend the rules for you, see that tall guy over there?” He puts his hands on my shoulders, making me shiver, and pointsme toward the bar at the end of the building. “That’s my boss, Liam.”
There are several people in the area he is pointing at, so it takes me a second before I spot the right person, but when I do, I almost startle at the way his ice-blue eyes glare at me.
His gaze is both chilling and scorching. He could kill me, I know that in my bones. And maybe he even wants to.
Unfortunately, my body seems okay with taking its chances, because even as I fear for my life, my core heats up with all the things he could do to me before the end.
He’s all strong brow and sharp chin, his cheekbones pronounced. Dark brown hair swept back and that piercing gaze...
I can’t seem to look away.
Luckily, Dare tilts me the other way, toward the end of the long bar, and I snap from whatever that was.
“And that’s Cillian. We work together, too.”
Cillian is looking down into his glass, so I can’t see his eyes, but his jaw is square, and his profile attractive.
What is this, a party for guys who look like they could be cast in a mafia romance? Because there is nothing about these guys that says rom com, or even any other kind of “rom” that isn’t the dark type.
And why is my body lighting up like the Fourth of July at that?
I turn back to Dare. “So, this is just a work function for you?”
“Not for you?”
I shake my head, smiling. “I’m just here for fun.”
“You cameherefor fun?” He shakes his head, a smirk on his very kissable lips.
What is wrong with you, Isla? Cut it out!
“Why not? Maybe you just don’t know how to have fun…”
I’m still talking to him because since he’s here, he might know something that I can use. Or maybe he is even involved. Him and his co-workers.
Right?
But if he is here with his boss and his colleague, maybe he’s just a plus one, like me.
And yet, I’m still talking to him. Because he’shot.Because I live a lonely life and it’s been so long. Because though I need this scoop, I’m also human and I need this connection too.
I bite my lip as I look up at him.
His eyes sparkle. “Oh,aghrá.. Fun is my middle name.”
“Dare Fun…?”
“Kavanagh.”
Darren Kavanagh.
