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His smile appeared, but it was slow and predatory. All wrong, but I was too blind to see it.

“Now follow me to my office,” he rasped softly.

I looked at my friend, who was shaking his head vigorously, telling me it was a bad idea. He wasn’t wrong, but I was already sliding off the barstool.

“I’ll wait for you here,” Kai said, then looked up at Tyran. “Hurt her, and you’ll deal with me.”

Tyran didn’t even spare him a glance as his hand pressed on the small of my back, ushering me toward the door where two bodyguards blocked a narrow, dimly lit hallway with a sign that read “Private” in ugly green.

He spat something to them in what sounded like Gaelic, then urged me forward.

We passed several doors on both sides of the hallway. They were mostly private card rooms, probably some illegal gambling. Inside those rooms were men wearing expensive suits, smoking expensive cigars, and betting their fortunes while surrounded by oak and half-naked women.

But there was one room that was left cracked open, and I gasped.

Some man was getting a private lap dance, a woman wearing nothing but a thong grinding against him like her life depended on it.

I didn’t realize my steps had halted until Tyran nudged me forward, shaking his head.

We walked up the private staircase toward a single wooden door. He opened it, closed it behind us, then headed toward his desk, where he leaned against it, tucking his hands into the pockets of his suit.

And all the while, my eyes drank in his private, expensive space, with a view of Manhattan stretching beyond a wall-sized window. The oak furniture had a comfortable, lived-in quality to it, probably because so much time was spent here. An expensive couch sat off to one side, beside a door that appeared to lead to a private bathroom.

And then there was the pool table—which was a strange thing to have in an office.

“What do you want, Sienna?” My attention returned to the man in a three-piece suit that oozed with confidence, experience, and sex appeal.

“You.”

One single word, but it was the most important and honest one.

“I’m not a relationship kind of man.”

I had no plans on marrying him—or anyone else—but I wanted him.

“I don’t care,” I murmured. “I just want you.”

“You should really be careful what you wish for, Sienna, because you might just get it.”

TYRAN

“You should really be careful what you wish for, Sienna, because you might just get it.”

And I was really—REALLY—tempted to give it to her.

I was at my wit’s end on what to do about this woman, but I knew my restraint and resistance were fading. But really, how could it not be? She was beautiful, sexy, witty, and so damn determined.

I didn’t usually like blondes. In fact, I didn’t touch them. Probably everything to do with my mommy dearest and her blonde-haired phase when she managed to fuck us all over by betraying her husband and children.

Damn bitch. It was her affair that had cost my father his life.

“You’re making a habit of sneaking into my clubs,” I grumbled.

She shrugged. “The guy turned me away last week.”

“For a reason.”

“What’s the reason?” she asked, tilting her head in defiance. “The fact that you can’t resist me, so you want me out of sight and out of mind?”