I hate him.
I also hate how good he looks.
“God, he’s hot.” Mila practically drools as she gazes at Ronan, and I can’t stop myself from rolling my eyes.
“Girl, stop. The guy is an asshole.” I turn my back on the room and grab another flute of champagne from a passing tray, downing half in one gulp.
“Maybe, but he’s a sexy asshole. I bet he knows how to satisfy a woman.”
I snort into my drink. “The only person Ronan Sullivan is capable of satisfying is himself.”
“I could give you the numbers of a few dozen women who’d argue differently,” a deep, gravelly voice says from behind me.
I freeze, my glass halfway to my lips.
Mila laughs under her breath as I slowly turn around andcome face to face, or rather face tochest, with the man himself.
Even though I’m in six-inch heels, he still towers over me.
He’s standing a little too close, so when I inhale, I catch a waft of his expensive cologne. It’s rich and musky, the kind of scent that clings to your skin like a brand.
Mila clears her throat, and I realize too late that I’ve been staring at him like an idiot.
Ronan’s dark brown eyes flicker as his mouth pulls up into a half-smile that makes my skin crawl.
Unfortunately, other parts of my body react as well. Something that has absolutely no business happening when it comes to this man.
I glare at him, though the fact that my cheeks are now burning gives away my embarrassment, which only adds to Ronan’s smugness.
“Wow.” I place a hand on my hip. “You must be so proud to have such rave reviews. Should I clap for you? Or just take notes from your fan club?”
He huffs a laugh, though there’s no lightness to the sound. It’s more of a deep, throaty rumble that has all the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.
“If you're going to talk about me, at least make sure you’ve got your facts straight.”
“I’d rather chew glass.”
His eyes darken just a little as they flick over me, and it takes everything in me not to cower under the weight of his gaze.
If I wasn’t so pissed off, I’d take a little satisfaction in the way his eyes linger on my chest for just a second too long.
Ronan’s dark eyes lock with mine. “It’s good to know your sweet personality is still intact.”
“You’re mistaking honesty for personality, Sullivan.”
“Is that so?”
“I have no interest in talking to you or your harem, so you can leave now.”
“I seem to recall that you were the one mouthing off to your friend about me, which basically confirms you’re a liar.”
“You don’t know anything about me.”
Ronan smirks as he takes another step closer, but I refuse to back up. I won’t give him the satisfaction of thinking he intimidates me, even though he one hundred percent does.
His face comes within an inch of mine. “I think you’re obsessed with me. You can’t stop talking about me,thinkingabout me.”
“In your dreams.” My mouth is too dry, so I take a sip of champagne.
