Page 61 of Filthy Hot Billionaire
I really was a sucker for a man with an accent.
Of course, there was the rock-hard body…
The thick, mocha-brown hair…
Those ocean-blue eyes…
Okay, yeah, maybe it wasn’t just the accent. Perhaps I was just a sucker for Kieran O’Rourke.
“Can I get you anything else, love?”
Oh, and there was that. The endearment he used.
I wanted to swoon, but I answered with, “Ibuprofen?”
His smile was wicked. “I thought you’d never ask.”
I shifted on the couch to get more comfortable “How long have you and Knox owned this place?”
Kieran opened a drawer in the table—which was definitely more of a desk—and pulled out a small bottle of pills.
“Four years.”
“Do you work for him?”
Kieran’s eyes twinkled as he moved my way. “I’m not sure that’s how I’d describe it.”
“What does that mean?” I held out my hand as he deposited two pills in it. “Thank you.”
“It’s a bit more than a wee tale,” he said, taking a step back.
I motioned toward my ankle. “I’ve got time.”
He smiled, then joined me once again, this time lifting my legs and taking a seat at the opposite end, gently propping my feet in his lap.
It was difficult for me to focus when he was touching me like that. So gently, so attentively with those strong hands. Like I was the most precious thing in the world and it was his sole job to keep me safe.
“How did you two meet?” I prompted when it was clear he wasn’t going to divulge the information.
“At a fundraiser,” he said easily. “About six years ago.” Kieran smiled wistfully, as though remembering. “Someone convinced him to emcee the event, although I still don’t know who had the balls to approach him about it.”
It didn’t surprise me that someone would want Knox to be the master of ceremonies. The man commanded attention with just a look. I was sure that alone helped keep people engaged.
I took a swig of the water, downed the pills. “That’s not something he usually does?”
Kieran shook his head. “Knox is a very busy man. He has a lot of balls in the air at any given time, yet somehow he manages to keep his thumb on the pulse of everything going on. But no, he doesn’t tend to let himself be the focal point.”
It was clear that Kieran thought highly of Knox. I, on the other hand, knew that one of the balls he had in the air was Delta June’s, my family’s legacy. Granted, it did seem as though Knox knew what he was doing because not only was Delta June’s continuing to thrive, it was actually expanding, with additional locations in California and one here in New York. The one here hadn’t yet opened, but I did pass by it one day—my curiosity got the best of me—and I noticed it was going to be an actual auction showroom where they could do live bidding.
Not that I wanted to think about that right now. It still pained me to know I would never even have the chance to run the company that had been in my family for generations.
I took another drink of water to cool my parched throat. “Was he involved in the nightclub when you met?”
“No. Neither of us were. We plucked it up when it went under. Rebuilt it from scratch.”
“Who did the design?” I smiled when he peered over at me.
“You like it?”
