Page 30 of Bound Lies

I get a grunt before he ultimately gives in and comes to sit on the couch, bringing with him his glass of whiskey as well as the bottle.

“Seriously?”

“What?” He glances at me over the top of his glass.

“You’re not going to offer me a drink?”

“No.”

“That’s not very hospitable of you.”

“Would you accept it if I did?”

“No, but that’s not the point.”

“Then what is the point, Riley?”

A shiver runs down my spine at the sound of my name on his lips.

Hearing Kieran Sullivan say my name in that rich, gravelly voice of his should not have any effect on me whatsoever. And yet, here I am, nothing more than a Riley-shaped puddle on his million-dollar couch.

I’m going to get myself in trouble if I’m not careful…

“What’s the matter, princess? Lost for words?”

“Stop calling me princess.”

“I will when you stop acting like one.”

“How have I acted like one?”

“By waltzing in here and demanding I give up my freedom for you.”

I huff a laugh. “I didn’t ask anything of you. Ronan did.”

“Don’t remind me.”

I try my best to hide my amusement. “Have I touched a nerve?”

“You want rules? Well, here they are. Don’t touch any of my things and stay in your room.”

“You’re an ass.”

“So I’ve been told once or twice.”

“Have you ever thought about a personality transplant? I hear they’re all the rage among men like you.”

“Ah, so you have a lot of experience with men like me, then?”

I snap my mouth shut as my cheeks instantly flood with color.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by Kieran by the smirk on his face.

Scowling, I lean over and snatch the bottle of whiskey out of his hand and take a long swig, trying not to wince as the liquor burns my throat. “You’ve already driven me to drink.”

“I tend to have that effect on women.”

I take another long sip. I’m not normally one for drinking this early in the day, but I have a feeling that this is the only way I’m going to survive this conversation with Kieran. “Seriously, how are we going to do this?”