Page 154 of Broken Lies
Chapter Thirty-Three
RILEY
The smellof coffee is the first thing that drags me out of sleep. The second is the faint clink of a mug being set on the nightstand beside me.
“Time to wake up, little dove,” Kieran says quietly. “It’s a big day for you.”
I squint up at him from under the covers, still half asleep, whereas Kieran looks like he’s been up for hours. His hair is still damp from the shower, and his black T-shirt clings to his muscled shoulders in all the right ways.
“You’re being nice. What do you want?”
Kieran chuckles. “Can’t I do something nice without having an ulterior motive?”
“I don’t know, can you?”
He laughs. “You’re so grumpy in the morning. Maybe you should start working out with me. The endorphins will be good for you.”
“I got enough of those last night.” I yawn, stretching my arms overhead.
I’m deliciously sore between my legs after Kieran spent most of the night between them, but it also means I got very little sleep, hence the cranky mood.
“You’re welcome.” He leans in to kiss my cheek.
“Okay, seriously. What do you want?”
He holds up his hands. “Nothing.”
“Hmm…” I eye him suspiciously.
“What?”
“Nothing. I just didn’t realize Kieran Sullivan was such a big softie.”
“I am no such thing. I just want to make sure you’re all set up for your big interview.” He perches on the edge of the bed.
“Urgh, don’t remind me.” I throw the covers back over my head.
He pulls the covers off me. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. Ross would be an idiot not to offer you the position.”
“If he doesn’t, can you send in one of your guys to send him a message or whatever it is you do?”
Kieran’s shoulders shake with silent laughter as I reach for my coffee.
I take a cautious sip but pull a face when it burns my tongue. “Too hot.”
“You’re too impatient.” He steals it to take a drink himself.
“Hey! That’s mine.”
“And what’s yours is mine.” He grins.
After we finish the coffee between us, I force myself out of bed and start getting ready.
Kieran adjusts himself to lean against the pillows to watch, and when I catch his eyes doing that slow, deliberate sweep of my body, a familiar heat builds between my legs.
“You’ve got ten minutes before I have to start work, so do you want me to make you some breakfast?”
“Can’t eat.” I pull my hair back into a ponytail. “I feel like I’m going to puke.”
