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Cian is standing in the middle of the room breathing heavily. The office looks like a tornado hit it, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake.

"What are you doing here?" Cian's eyes are cold, but the rage is right there under the surface.

I've never seen him angry. Even when he threatened that guy at the restaurant, Cian wasn't mad. He was just resolute. The fury burning in his blue eyes makes my mouth go dry with nerves.

What can I do to help him?

He’s given me so much peace, I want to give some back, but I don’t know how. I think Lachlan is dreaming if he thinks me smiling at our boss is going to help calm that rage, but maybe something else will. I mean it works for other women. I've never tried anything like this before.

But Cian spends almost as much time looking at my breasts as he does looking into my eyes. He must be a boob man? It makes me feel good, so I don't mention it to anyone else. I don't want him to stop looking at me.

Though Ini noticed that one time.

Having Cian's eyes on me is the best feeling ever.

Right now, though, that gaze almost sees through me.

I'm pretty sure I know how to get his attention focused on me, but will it cost me my job? Even if it does, it's worth it if I can help Cian calm down. Help him back to the present and not thinking about whatever happened to Shea.

I'm nervous. No man has ever seen my naked breasts. Can I do this?

His gaze drops to my chest, and I make up my mind. I'm doing this.

I would risk almost anything for the man standing there in so much pain its only outlet is fury.

Chapter 11

CIAN

Anna isn’t smiling at me like she usually does. Her pretty eyes are filled with concern. For me.

She doesn't need to worry about me. It's the fucking frat boys I'm going to annihilate that should be worried. For every mark on Shea's body, I will leave ten on theirs. A minute ago, I planned to kill them all for guilt by association. I'm more rational now.

It's Anna. Somebody pushed her into my office. Probably Lachlan.

He knows I won't hurt her, but it was still an unacceptable risk. And he'll understand that when I'm done with him. Later.

Inhaling, Anna's beautiful tits push against her top. It looks soft and clings to her curves. I bet her skin in softer. My fingers itch to find out.

She's so damn beautiful.

Anna swallows like she’s nervous, but her violet eyes reflect determination. "Do you want to see them?"

For a second, I’m sure my fucking ears are playing tricks on me.

But then her hands go to the hem of her top. "You look at them a lot when you’re not looking at my face."

"Your eyes are like violets." I am not a fucking poet. Why did I say that?

"You like my eyes?" she asks.

I nod.

"My family thinks they're weird."

The same people who kicked her out at eighteen and expected her to fend for herself? "They're idiots."

"You always say the right thing." Her hands flirting with the hem of her top, she smiles.

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