Page 93 of Filthy Hot Billionaire
“So what exactly is a full Irish?” I inquired as I poured my coffee, added cream and sugar before hopping up on a stool at the island.
“We’ve got meats, potatoes, vegetables, eggs.” He flashed a sexy grin.
While it smelled delicious, it didn’t sound appealing. I kept that thought to myself.
“I’m not eating that blood pudding shit.”
My head snapped around at the barked comment, my gaze slamming into Knox, who was standing in the wide entrance to the space. He looked nothing like the Knox I’d seen at the club or even the one I’d seen yesterday. Gone was the tailored suit and in its place a long-sleeve, navy blue shirt and a pair of loose-fitting distressed jeans that somehow managed to fit impressively well to his form. The entire ensemble likely cost more than the laptop computer I used for my schoolwork, but on him it looked natural.
“White pudding this morning. No blood.” Kieran’s smile was that of a rake, both mischievous and playful. “And a Belgian waffle for the lady.”
I stared at him, shocked and pleased.
He gifted me with a wider smile. “No meat or eggs for the lass,” he acknowledged. “Guillermo told me.”
“I … uh…” I was at a loss for words. Not only because Kieran was catering to my preferences, but also because I hadn’t been aware Knox was here. Now that I was, I couldn’t seem to find my voice. If I didn’t know better, they were buried beneath the hum of arousal that caught fire the moment his gaze pierced me.
Kieran cleared his throat, a sound that pulled me back from the brink of panic. I turned to look at him, saw his smile, and relaxed a bit.
“It’s your job to entertain me while I cook,” he said easily.
Oh, yeah, just that simple statement had my clit throbbing.
Needless to say, these two men werenothelping the state I was in.
“How exactly should she entertain you?” Knox asked, pushing off the wall and joining us. He paused to pour some coffee before moving to the banquette near the windows.
Kieran’s blue eyes remained on me when he said, “I want to know what happened between you and Knox that upset you.”
You know that feeling when you step into a walk-in freezer and the frost moves over you on the air? Well, that was exactly what happened at that moment. The heat that had been banked inside me was doused with ice.
“Trust me, you don’t want to hear it,” I sputtered, directing my attention to my coffee.
I took a sip of the scalding hot liquid and cut my gaze toward the wall of windows, purposely looking past Knox. Beyond, the sky was beginning to brighten, the city beneath teeming with life.
Movement caught my eye and I looked up to see Kieran reaching behind his head to pull his shirt off.
“What are you doing?” I blurted.
He cut a quick look my way. “Figured I’d give you incentive. If you don’t want me naked in your kitchen, you better talk. The longer you ignore me, the more clothes I lose.”
“Do not strip in my kitchen,” I ordered, although it was weak at best. I was unable to look away from the solid planes of his chest and the chiseled abdomen he revealed. Unlike Knox who had hair on his chest, Kieran was smooth except for the fine line of hair that started low on his abs and venture downward. But it was where those lower abdominals met the obliques, forming a perfectly cut V, that got me.
“Then talk,” Kieran commanded
I glanced at Knox, saw his eyebrow quirk in that manner that said,Some people just can’t be reasoned with.
Kieran turned to face me, reached for the button on his jeans.
“Fine.” I dropped my gaze and curled my hand around my coffee mug. “Trust me when I say you don’t want to hear this.”
“Then that means you want me naked.”
I did want him naked, but I damn sure wasn’t going to tell Kieran that. I mean, it was inappropriate, right? Especially since Knox was here. More especially since I wanted Knox naked, too.
Oh, crap.
Kieran cleared his throat.
