“My dreams arefilthy, McCarthy.”
I nearly choke on my champagne, and another rumble of a laugh builds in his chest.
I want to slap him. I want to throw my drink in his face. I want to…
God, I want tonotwant him.
Ronan smirks again, as if he can read my thoughts, and I hate how heat pools in my lower belly.
Am I really that starved for attention that the mere presence of a man has me losing all control?
He straightens again. “Though I will say, when it comes to things you have no idea about, maybe you should keep your opinions to yourself.”
“I was.Youwere just listening in on people’sprivateconversations.”
“Is that so?”
I’m about to retort when Mila steps up to my side and links her arm through mine. “Are you done harassing my friend?”
Ronan flicks his gaze toward her, then back to me. Butbefore he can answer, someone nearby calls out his name, and his broad shoulders stiffen.
“For now.” He turns and walks away, disappearing into the crowd like smoke.
The second Ronan is gone, I let out a breath, and my entire body sags under the weight of what just happened.
I gulp the rest of my champagne. “He’s a piece of work.”
Mila chuckles. “He’s definitelysomething, for sure. I swear, you could cut the sexual tension between you two with a knife.”
“Trust me when I say I want nothing to do with Ronan Sullivan.”
“It sure didn’t look like that.”
“What did it look like?”
“It looked like you were both picturing each other naked, and honestly, I don’t blame you. That man is two hundred pounds of pure muscle and has the face of a Greek god. I suspect he could crush me with his thighs—and I’d thank him for it.”
“Mila…” I shake my head.
“What? A girl can fantasize.”
“Yes, but not abouthim.”
She nudges me with her elbow. “Why? Because you called dibs?”
“Hell, no.”
“Uh huh…”
“I’m serious.”
“You’re telling me that you would turn Ronan Sullivan away if he made a move?”
“Yes.”
“You’re full of shit.” She laughs, setting her empty champagne glass on the bar and waving down the bartender for another.
“I mean it.”
