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Where have I heard that name before?
It’ll come to me, I’m sure. For now, even if just for a little while, I’ll just enjoy myself before I have to say goodbye to him and focus on why I’m here.
My job. My career. My future. My life.
“Nice to meet you, Dare Fun Kavanagh. So, shall we have some fun?”
He steps ever closer to me, right behind me with his mouth near my ear. “Are you sure you want to have fun, or are you looking for some trouble tonight?”
Chapter Two
DARE
“Trouble ismymiddle name.”Her smirk almost makes me combust on the spot.
The things I will do to her if she lets me. I’ll wreck her, break her, and build her back up over and over again.
I grin and take her hand.
Her skin is soft, and I wonder if it’s that smooth all over, if she’s hairless or trimmed, if she’s slick from our flirting.
I love women, and women love me. It’s not so bad being a playboy, is it?
I know I’m technically on a job, but my part of the job is done. There’s no tech to deal with anymore. So, I can enjoy the little enigma I have in front of me.
A very delicious, very enticing enigma that has me hard just by looking at her.
Does she like it rough? Hot and heavy? A little bit of pain on the side?
I hold my groan.
I want to ask her who she’s here with, already feeling possessive. I want her. Want to own her. Want to hurt her so good…
Just because I’m supposed to be working, supposed to be looking for this woman, Maggie Sullivan, doesn’t mean I can’t have any fun, right?
Fuck.
I formulated the guest list myself, so I know who’s invited, and Isla must be a plus one because her name is not on the list. If that is even her name.
I focus on her face.
Isla looks a lot like Maggie, with the freckles across her nose, her high cheekbones.
If I’m honest with myself, I know it probablyisher, but at least I can have a little fun and a taste before Liam makes me do something I don’t want to do.
I mean, I know this life isn’t easy, that shit goes wrong all the time and people get hurt. But I hate the violence that comes with it. It’s distasteful.
If only I were lucky enough to one day find someone as adventurous as me. But my line of work, even if I just handle the tech side of things, means I’ll never find love.
Not the forever kind, not the kind I yearn for, crave. That kind of love is off-limits to me.
So, I’ll take the passionate one-night stands, as many as I can get, and keep busy the rest of the time pretending like I don’t notice the fact that my life is empty and meaningless and that I wish I had someone to come home to.
Someone like the woman standing in front of me right now. Whoever she is.
I’ve done my research on Maggie Sullivan, a gorgeous bombshell who manipulates men like it is her job.
Somehow, she’s gotten information about the Hayes clan and is threatening to leak it to the press.
