Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Una laughed. “You want more cookies, my love?”
He grinned and pulled her to his chest, bending her over and kissing her soundly. “I want you pregnant and in the kitchen.”
She laughed, throwing her arms around his neck. “Take me home and start then, Mr. O’Reilly.”
Finn winked at me, bending and throwing Una over his shoulder. She gasped as he grabbed the plate of cookies. “Excuse us.”
I laughed watching him stride to the door, carrying Una upside down, holding her in place with one hand, the other holding the cookies. At the door, he stopped and turned. “Niall, some assistance.”
Chuckling, Niall opened the door and let them out, Una demanding to be put down, and Finn ignoring her.
Niall returned and picked up another cookie. “These are incredible.”
“Thank you.”
“Did you have a good afternoon?”
“Yes.”
Suddenly, he crowded me against the counter. “Want to have an even better evening?”
My breath caught in my throat. “Yes.”
He nuzzled my mouth. “Good. Let’s start now.”
CHAPTER TEN
ANNA
The next morning, I met Una downstairs. I insisted on going down myself. Niall wasn’t happy, and we agreed on him taking the elevator to the lobby and staying put. I turned as I got out. “I’ll see you later.”
He frowned, glowering and unhappy. “You have your phone?”
“Yes.”
“You know who the men are?”
I resisted rolling my eyes. “Yes.”
“You’ll—”
I cut him off with a shake of my head. “I’ll kick your arse if you don’t stop acting like a mother hen.”
A grin pulled at his lips. “Arse?”
“It’s catchy, you and your accent.” I giggled. “You mix it up all the time. Feck, fuck. Idiot, eegit. You get more Irish.”
He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me close. “Stop saying fuck,” he hissed. “Or feck. You know what it does to me. You’re going to get more Irish,” he said with a leer.
I couldn’t help my chuckle.
“I’m gonna catch you later and show you my arse.” He pressed a kiss to my neck. “Maybe play with yours,” he added in my ear, making me shiver.
“Stop it.”
He nibbled on the skin, swirling his tongue along the same path. “And I’m not a hen. I’m a great big co—”
I covered his mouth, and he laughed behind it, kissing my palm.
Then he stepped back. “Later, Polly.”
I was still laughing as I walked toward Una. I knew without a doubt he had watched me cross the lobby before stepping back into the elevator. That as soon as he got to the office, he would look at the monitor. I also knew Finn would have one focused on this area the whole time we were here.
I sat down after hugging Una. She looked better today, her bruises fading. Niall had kissed and counted every one of mine last night, insisting there was one fewer. Then he made sure by kissing them again. He was pleased and informed me they were disappearing under his magic mouth.
I couldn’t disagree about the magic his lips and tongue could do.
I poured myself a tea, glancing at the laptop Una had on her lap. “What are you doing?”
She smiled. “Ordering kitchen stuff.”
“Oh, fun.”
She patted the seat beside her, and for the next while, we sipped tea as she ordered baking trays, bowls, and a new mixer. Measuring cups and spoons. Cute tea towels and oven mitts. We skipped over to the décor side, and she added a blanket and some toss cushions.
“For now,” she explained. “It’s so sterile.”
I knew what she was saying. The only personality in Niall’s suite was the navy-and-cream bedding. Other than that, it was exactly what it was meant to be. A hotel suite. A very luxurious one, but a suite, nonetheless.
I heard the tap, tap, tap of high heels on wood and glanced up to see a young woman heading our way. She smiled as she approached, her dark hair gleaming under the lights. She was average height and slender, and she looked as if she’d stepped off a runway. She stopped across from us and dropped into a chair, crossing her shapely legs.
“Sorry to interrupt, ladies. I was hoping you could help me,” she said, her voice having an odd cadence. Almost a singsong tone and slightly high-pitched.
“If we can,” Una said cautiously.
“I’m staying in this lovely hotel,” the stranger said, leaning forward. “My husband has been transferred here with his job, and I’ve come ahead to house hunt.”
“I see,” Una replied.
“Anyway, I am dying for some sushi, and the concierge said you might be able to give me the name of a local place.” She winked. “He admitted he’d never eaten it.”
The action drew my gaze to her eyes. They were a dark gray—unusual. Her makeup was flawless and done to draw attention to her unique eyes.
“Oh yes,” Una said. “Joyful is just a block away. One of my favorites. Go out the front door and turn to the right. It’s a fast walk.”