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or lunch, leaving John somewhat worried and Scott extremely agitated. The boys are all outside with the smokers when Ethan finally shows up. He’s greeted with cheering and barking from his hometown boys, celebrating what they think is a victory.
“Tell me you didn’t,” Scott pleads.
“I did,” Ethan ignores the look of disapproval from John. “I took her upstairs to her room. I laid her on the bed, and undressed her.” Glaring at them, he briefly pauses. “Then I tucked her in, and I left.” Shaking his head, he’s disgusted that they’d think the worst.
“Are you kidding me, O’Connell?” comes Griff’s voice from behind him, laced with laughter. “You took her to her room and left her there alone? Why the hell didn’t you tap that bird when you had the chance?”
Ethan’s anger rushes to the surface, “Because, Griff! That poor girl was extremely drunk. Somebody responsible needed to make sure she got to her room safely. Away from men like you, who would take advantage of the situation.” When Ethan starts to walk toward him in a threatening manner, both Scott and John are quick to get in between the two men.
“Okay, O’Connell, don’t freak out. We’re just messing around,” Griff says defensively.
The boys tease Ethan about the blonde for several minutes until he can’t stand to hear another word. “All right you bastards, that’s enough. I told you I’ve found the girl for me,” he pauses briefly. “After the dream I had last night, I’m convinced more than ever. She’s not talking to me right now, but I’ll fix things.”
They all laugh. “I still think you could have taken one for the team,” Nigel complains. “Your girl would have never known. And that little blonde bird was looking mighty sweet.”
For the next several minutes, they exchange crude comments about the girls who kept them entertained last night. Ethan notices a perplexed look on Scott’s face as he reads something on his phone.
“Everything okay, Scott?” he asks concerned.
Scott scratches his head, “I’m not sure. I have a text message from Rachel, for you.”
“For me?”
“Yes, it says… Tell Ethan I said he’s welcome. ”
Ethan narrows his eyes, “For what?”
“Dude, I have no idea. I married her but I can’t figure her out half the time.”
Olivia rolls the Challenger in along the curb and parks in a spot available right out front of the hotel. The parking gods are smiling on her today, that’s always a good sign. She takes a deep breath when she sees the boys standing out front of the building, laughing and roughhousing like teenagers. Stepping out of the car, she watches Ethan, trying to judge his mood, and still wondering about the reason he never called last night. He’s not wearing a suit today. The black cotton shirt, unbuttoned casually at the neck is decorated with large ornate pockets and is tailored to narrow in at his trim waist. As always, he looks hot in jeans and these black denim ones are no exception, hugging his hips and clinging to his magnificent Irish ass.
She can’t shake that dream from her mind. The sight of him starts that fire deep down inside her. Her pulse races as she thinks about his kisses. It feels like forever since he’s held her captive with his lips.
Swallowing hard, trying to stop her confidence from slipping, she starts toward him. The breeze gusts in circles between the buildings making her dress blow dangerously in the breeze. Rounding the front of the car, she smooths it down over the top of her thighs. Still sporting his aviator glasses, she takes short sexy steps in her heels, swaying her hips and trying to ignore the nervous feeling in her stomach.
An extremely handsome businessman, passing by, stops and holds out his hand, helping her to step up onto the curb. As the breeze makes the alluring scent of her perfume drift in his direction, he smiles at her seductively.
Aware that he’s still watching her walk toward the hotel
“Tell me you didn’t,” Scott pleads.
“I did,” Ethan ignores the look of disapproval from John. “I took her upstairs to her room. I laid her on the bed, and undressed her.” Glaring at them, he briefly pauses. “Then I tucked her in, and I left.” Shaking his head, he’s disgusted that they’d think the worst.
“Are you kidding me, O’Connell?” comes Griff’s voice from behind him, laced with laughter. “You took her to her room and left her there alone? Why the hell didn’t you tap that bird when you had the chance?”
Ethan’s anger rushes to the surface, “Because, Griff! That poor girl was extremely drunk. Somebody responsible needed to make sure she got to her room safely. Away from men like you, who would take advantage of the situation.” When Ethan starts to walk toward him in a threatening manner, both Scott and John are quick to get in between the two men.
“Okay, O’Connell, don’t freak out. We’re just messing around,” Griff says defensively.
The boys tease Ethan about the blonde for several minutes until he can’t stand to hear another word. “All right you bastards, that’s enough. I told you I’ve found the girl for me,” he pauses briefly. “After the dream I had last night, I’m convinced more than ever. She’s not talking to me right now, but I’ll fix things.”
They all laugh. “I still think you could have taken one for the team,” Nigel complains. “Your girl would have never known. And that little blonde bird was looking mighty sweet.”
For the next several minutes, they exchange crude comments about the girls who kept them entertained last night. Ethan notices a perplexed look on Scott’s face as he reads something on his phone.
“Everything okay, Scott?” he asks concerned.
Scott scratches his head, “I’m not sure. I have a text message from Rachel, for you.”
“For me?”
“Yes, it says… Tell Ethan I said he’s welcome. ”
Ethan narrows his eyes, “For what?”
“Dude, I have no idea. I married her but I can’t figure her out half the time.”
Olivia rolls the Challenger in along the curb and parks in a spot available right out front of the hotel. The parking gods are smiling on her today, that’s always a good sign. She takes a deep breath when she sees the boys standing out front of the building, laughing and roughhousing like teenagers. Stepping out of the car, she watches Ethan, trying to judge his mood, and still wondering about the reason he never called last night. He’s not wearing a suit today. The black cotton shirt, unbuttoned casually at the neck is decorated with large ornate pockets and is tailored to narrow in at his trim waist. As always, he looks hot in jeans and these black denim ones are no exception, hugging his hips and clinging to his magnificent Irish ass.
She can’t shake that dream from her mind. The sight of him starts that fire deep down inside her. Her pulse races as she thinks about his kisses. It feels like forever since he’s held her captive with his lips.
Swallowing hard, trying to stop her confidence from slipping, she starts toward him. The breeze gusts in circles between the buildings making her dress blow dangerously in the breeze. Rounding the front of the car, she smooths it down over the top of her thighs. Still sporting his aviator glasses, she takes short sexy steps in her heels, swaying her hips and trying to ignore the nervous feeling in her stomach.
An extremely handsome businessman, passing by, stops and holds out his hand, helping her to step up onto the curb. As the breeze makes the alluring scent of her perfume drift in his direction, he smiles at her seductively.
Aware that he’s still watching her walk toward the hotel
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