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While she hurries off, I twist to grab my purse and get Mom set safely inside. By the time I pull my coat on and slide my card free from my wallet, the fog of sexual promise has lifted, and my sanity has returned.
I cast a quick glance toward the end of the bar and exhale a sigh of relief to find the space empty.
Excellent. That will make getting out of here without making a fool of myself much easier.
“Enjoyed yer dinner, did ye, duck?” the burly bartender asks as I lean against the pitted surface.
“Very much, thank you. I’ll definitely be back.”
“Glad to hear it.” He gives me a quick nod and then moves to serve someone flagging him down at the far end of the bar.
Movement close by has me smiling up to greet Ginny, but it’s not her…
Mr. Magnetism stops right beside me and pegs me with a heated gaze. “Yer not rushing off on my account, are ye?”
His voice is deep and smoky, with a rasp that resonates inside me and makes me think of sex.
Amazing sex.
Honestly, with that Irish lilt, if he leaned in and said something dirty, I might orgasm right here and now.
He’s put his suit jacket on, and the impact of the custom fitted Tom Ford hits more than a few of my hot buttons.
“Would you like another glass of Merlot?”
I tighten my grip on the strap of my purse and shake my head. “No, thanks. I’ve had enough for one night…unless the pub actually is spinning in a dreamy buzz. If so, then I’m probably fine.”
He chuckles, a faint dimple denting his right cheek. “What about a coffee?”
“Too late in the day for me, thanks.”
“Tea then.” Shifting closer, he enters my space and I step back until my lower back is pressed against the bar rail. He angles himself to press his palms on each of my hips. His aftershave envelopes me. It smells expensive but doesn’t mask the musky scent of the man entirely. “And maybe something a little sinful for dessert?”
Wow. This man knows how to use his body and with him so close, I’m about to spontaneously combust.
“Sorry to interrupt.” Ginny glides along the inside of the bar and presses a bill folder toward me. “Yer all set. Will it be cash or charge?”
My Irish charmer takes a step back and I turn to face the bar. Better. I place my card on top of the folder and push it toward her. “Just throw it on there.”
He reaches around me and the moment he presses his hand over mine, an electric sensation zings up my wrist and through my body.
It raises the hair on my arms and emboldens things in me I’m trying to rein in.
What the hell? How drunk am I?
I yank my hand back but I’m caged in.
His liquid green eyes have darkened with a storm I can’t quite read. Why? Did he feel it too?
He clears his throat. “The lovely lady’s dinner is on the house, Ginny.”
I glance from him to my server and wave the offer away. “Oh, no. You don’t have to do that.”
“No, I don’t have to—I want to. And if you ask around, you’ll find I generally get what I want.”
I swallow. “I don’t doubt that’s true.”
He flashes me a devilish grin. “It’s settled then. Ginny will bring a selection of tea to the office, and I’ll get the chance to find out what brings you to my fair city.”
