Ah, well. It didn’t matter. Tiernan was here, and he was the one she needed for her plan to work.
She’d done her research. Laid the groundwork. Now all she needed was a little bit of patience and she’d finally have her revenge.
Chapter Two
Lochlan
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It took him all of five minutes with Josh to realize the man wouldn’t know a secret Bratva smuggling ring if he fell face first into it. But he did his due diligence, chatting Josh up and asking the kind of subtly probing questions he knew Killian would expect of him.
With that handled, he made his way back out to the lobby. His mystery blonde with the bombshell curves was nowhere to be seen, much to his disappointment, so he headed for the elevators and up to the fifth floor. If blondie didn’t come knocking, he’d pack up first thing in the morning and head home.
But if she did come around… well. He could afford an extra night or two, depending on how long she was planning to stay in town.
Caught up in the very detailed fantasies his imagination was weaving around the woman from the bar, he opened his hotel room door—and froze.
There she was, stretched out on the bed closest to the door in nothing but a matching bra and panties set in the same fiery red as the dress she’d been wearing downstairs. Propped up against the headboard, a book in hand and those sexy-as-fuck glasses perched on her nose, she was every fantasy he hadn’t even known he wanted come to life. The hot librarian turned sex kitten.
Of course, now that the delicious shock of seeing her almost naked was beginning to wear off, the part of him that had been trained for battle kicked in. How the hell had she gotten into his room without him? Was she just here for a good time or something more?
Ignoring his raging libido for the time being, he shut the door behind him and flipped the deadbolt.
“What do you think you’re doing, little girl?”
Glancing up from her book, she smiled. Not a big grin, but a slow, knowing sort of smirk that said she was getting exactly the reaction she wanted. “Waiting for you.”
“I see that.” Stepping more fully into the room, he moved his hand to the gun he kept tucked into a holster at his back. “How the hell did you get in here?”
Now the smirk took on a smug edge that had his palm positively itching to connect with her gorgeously round ass. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I would. And I can be very creative when it comes to getting information I want, so I suggest you start talking.”
Bottom lip moving into a practiced pout, she set the book aside, leaning forward onto all fours and his brain nearly short-circuited as her heavy breasts swayed with the movement. “Uh-oh. Was I naughty, Daddy? Are you gonna spank me?”
If it had been anyone else he’d caught in his room, he would have far, far worse plans for them than a spanking. But if that was how she wanted to play it, then he was all too happy to follow her lead.
For now.
Slipping off his suit jacket, he tossed it to the side and reached for the cuff of his sleeve, popping the first button open, all while keeping his gaze locked on her. His instincts said she wasn’t dangerous, but she was clearly up to something. Letting his guard down just because she was hot and nearly naked in his bed would make him the worst kind of fool.
And Lochlan O’Rourke was nobody’s fool.
“You have until the count of three to tell me how you got into my locked hotel room without a key. If you don’t, then yes, I will spank it out of you.”
But rather than worrying her, the threat only had her smile widening. Lowering her chest to the bed, she gave her ass a little shake that had him biting back a groan. “Have I been a naughty girl, Daddy?”
Okay, now he could see what Killian liked so much about being called Daddy. That word, delivered in her sultry, smoky voice, wrapped around his senses, invading him until he ached for her from the inside out. Ached to bury himself in the heaven between her thighs while she begged Daddy to fuck her harder.
But first, he had questions that needed answering. Forcing himself to focus, he slowly rolled the sleeve of his dress shirt to his elbow. “You have been a very naughty girl. One.”
“Oh no, please don’t spank me!” Her voice pitched up to a mocking tone that only made his palm itch more. “I’ll never do it again, I promise.”
Reaching for the button on his other sleeve, he stepped toward the bed. Toward her. “Two.”
“I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t spank me. I'm so sorry I was naughty.”
Her giggle echoed around the room just as he reached the edge of the bed. “Three.”
