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on the slice of vulnerability that
threatened to filter through. She was not a child, and she didn’t need to be
watched.
‘And yet you’re out alone,
wandering the streets of Dublin city, dressed like bait. You might as well hang
a sign around your neck saying ‘fresh meat.’’
Her brows shot up into her
hairline, eyes wide with incredulity. Her words were clipped with a growing
vexation. ‘There is absolutely nothing wrong with the way I’m dressed.’
As though she'd commanded him
to see for himself, his gaze rode a heated track up the length of her body and
the crimson velvet of her jacket. His Adam’s apple bobbed in a hard swallow,
before he settled his low-lidded eyes on hers. ‘Right, and those guys at the
pub weren’t all over you like flies on sugar?’ Connal seemed to recoil from his
own words and his tone was biting when he next spoke. ‘Nice coat.’
Ash flinched. ‘What is it
with you people and my coat?’
This time, he didn’t look her
in the eye. Jaw set hard as marble, he had his focus trained on the posters
lining the wall instead, with their symmetrical rows of black crescent moons.
‘Like I said. Bait, Little Red.’
What was this, the dark ages
of male chauvinism? A woman shows a few inches of flesh and she’s a Jezebel
seducing poor innocent men who can’t keep it in their pants.
Eyes narrowed dangerously,
Ash pocketed the knife lest she actually did pluck out those ridiculously
pretty eyes of his with the point. ‘Little Red? I suppose that would make you
the Big Bad?’
Now his eyes lifted to her,
pinned her with a stare of penetrating intensity. ‘Oh, you have no idea ...’
She was really tempted to get
all up in his face and let her knee tell his balls just how his words riled her
beyond pissed. But that would mean touching him, and Ash bottled that thought
before it sprouted flames. ‘How did you even know about the guys? How long have
you been stalking me?’ She took a step closer. ‘Leave. Me. Alone. Just because
they want me and I don’t want you doesn’t give you the right to monitor my
interactions.’
‘You seemed plenty interested
back at the house. As I recall it, you were the one ripping my clothes off.’
She flushed, ashamed and
taken aback by his crudity.
‘Don’t get your knickers in a
twist, angel. I’m probably the only bloke in this city that doesn’t want to
fuck you.’
His blunt rejection stung and
she was regretting aiming her own barbs at his ego even as she hissed her
anger. ‘Where do you get off talking to me like that, you Neanderthal, sexist
pig? You’re implying I was asking for it?’ He all but calls her a whore and he
has the gall to look hurt? Ash wasn’t usually the type to wish people ill, but
right now, she was envisioning all sorts of bad falling down on his head.
‘You have no idea what you
are encouraging here,' he growled. 'You play with fire, Little Red, don’t come
crying to me when you get yourself burned.’
His words were apt, given
he’d set her alight. Again. Ash hedged, her shoulders hunching. To say it
touched on a sensitive spot was an understatement, but she’d done nothing
wrong, enjoying the attention a little. Not like she was walking around in a
dress as skimpy as her best underwear and throwing herself at guys. Even her
insides were angry, raging a churn in her stomach. He barely knew her, where
did he get off calling her a slut? ‘Fuck you,’ she said.
The curse that left his lips
then was more a growl than a word and she shook her head. She was too angry to
enjoy the fact that she seemed to infuriate him as much as he did her. But
somehow, Ash couldn’t turn her tongue back onto the rails of more scathing
‘fuck you’s,’ not when there was this look on his face ...
Light from a passing vehicle
had coloured Connal’s dark grey eyes with a bright glaze of crimson. Ash
blinked. Definitely a trick of the shadows.
She watched him warily when
he made no move to respond, their
threatened to filter through. She was not a child, and she didn’t need to be
watched.
‘And yet you’re out alone,
wandering the streets of Dublin city, dressed like bait. You might as well hang
a sign around your neck saying ‘fresh meat.’’
Her brows shot up into her
hairline, eyes wide with incredulity. Her words were clipped with a growing
vexation. ‘There is absolutely nothing wrong with the way I’m dressed.’
As though she'd commanded him
to see for himself, his gaze rode a heated track up the length of her body and
the crimson velvet of her jacket. His Adam’s apple bobbed in a hard swallow,
before he settled his low-lidded eyes on hers. ‘Right, and those guys at the
pub weren’t all over you like flies on sugar?’ Connal seemed to recoil from his
own words and his tone was biting when he next spoke. ‘Nice coat.’
Ash flinched. ‘What is it
with you people and my coat?’
This time, he didn’t look her
in the eye. Jaw set hard as marble, he had his focus trained on the posters
lining the wall instead, with their symmetrical rows of black crescent moons.
‘Like I said. Bait, Little Red.’
What was this, the dark ages
of male chauvinism? A woman shows a few inches of flesh and she’s a Jezebel
seducing poor innocent men who can’t keep it in their pants.
Eyes narrowed dangerously,
Ash pocketed the knife lest she actually did pluck out those ridiculously
pretty eyes of his with the point. ‘Little Red? I suppose that would make you
the Big Bad?’
Now his eyes lifted to her,
pinned her with a stare of penetrating intensity. ‘Oh, you have no idea ...’
She was really tempted to get
all up in his face and let her knee tell his balls just how his words riled her
beyond pissed. But that would mean touching him, and Ash bottled that thought
before it sprouted flames. ‘How did you even know about the guys? How long have
you been stalking me?’ She took a step closer. ‘Leave. Me. Alone. Just because
they want me and I don’t want you doesn’t give you the right to monitor my
interactions.’
‘You seemed plenty interested
back at the house. As I recall it, you were the one ripping my clothes off.’
She flushed, ashamed and
taken aback by his crudity.
‘Don’t get your knickers in a
twist, angel. I’m probably the only bloke in this city that doesn’t want to
fuck you.’
His blunt rejection stung and
she was regretting aiming her own barbs at his ego even as she hissed her
anger. ‘Where do you get off talking to me like that, you Neanderthal, sexist
pig? You’re implying I was asking for it?’ He all but calls her a whore and he
has the gall to look hurt? Ash wasn’t usually the type to wish people ill, but
right now, she was envisioning all sorts of bad falling down on his head.
‘You have no idea what you
are encouraging here,' he growled. 'You play with fire, Little Red, don’t come
crying to me when you get yourself burned.’
His words were apt, given
he’d set her alight. Again. Ash hedged, her shoulders hunching. To say it
touched on a sensitive spot was an understatement, but she’d done nothing
wrong, enjoying the attention a little. Not like she was walking around in a
dress as skimpy as her best underwear and throwing herself at guys. Even her
insides were angry, raging a churn in her stomach. He barely knew her, where
did he get off calling her a slut? ‘Fuck you,’ she said.
The curse that left his lips
then was more a growl than a word and she shook her head. She was too angry to
enjoy the fact that she seemed to infuriate him as much as he did her. But
somehow, Ash couldn’t turn her tongue back onto the rails of more scathing
‘fuck you’s,’ not when there was this look on his face ...
Light from a passing vehicle
had coloured Connal’s dark grey eyes with a bright glaze of crimson. Ash
blinked. Definitely a trick of the shadows.
She watched him warily when
he made no move to respond, their
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