An Indecent Proposal (The O'Malleys #3) - Katee Robert Page 0,2

glanced around, but the bar was unusually loud tonight, and there was no one within easy eavesdropping range. “I know that name.”

Just once in his godforsaken life, he’d like to meet someone and not see that light bulb go off behind their eyes, but the chances of that happening in a bar in his family’s territory was nonexistent.

Suddenly tired, he sat back. “You know what? Never mind. I’m heading out.” He slid the coaster he’d scrawled his number on across the bar. “If you change your mind about letting loose, you give me a call.” He downed his drink and dropped a wad of cash onto the bar. The surprise on her face was almost reward enough as he pushed to his feet and strode out of the bar.

Almost.

* * *

Olivia Rashidi watched the O’Malley walk out the door and told herself to leave it alone. She’d figured out all she needed to know about him after they’d first met six months ago. He’d had trouble written all over him, from his tattoos to his ridiculously expensive suit to the way he’d carried himself, as if he was waiting for someone to give him the excuse to start a fight. Exactly the kind of thing she avoided—and for good reason. Men like that created chaos and then walked away unscathed, leaving the people around them floundering in their wake.

It didn’t matter if she hadn’t seen much of this O’Malley in the meantime or if he’d had new shadows in his dark brown eyes. She had other priorities right now, and jumping from the frying pan into the fire wasn’t her idea of a good time.

“What are you still doing here, Olivia?”

She turned to face Benji, trying to keep the guilty look off her face. He’d told her to head home ten minutes ago, and she’d stopped to poke at Cillian O’Malley. Good job staying away from that guy. She held up her hands. “I’m leaving, I’m leaving.”

“Don’t forget your tip.”

So he’d seen that and known the reason she hadn’t immediately left was because she’d let her curiosity get the best of her. Awesome. Olivia worked to keep a smile on her face. It wasn’t Benji’s fault that she had a nasty attraction to trouble, even though she knew better. She snatched the cash off the bar and froze when she realized how much Cillian had left her. The bills weren’t ones.

They were twenties.

Goddamn it. She stared at the money in her hand and, for a long second, actually considered keeping it. But then reality reared up and kicked her in the teeth. She couldn’t keep it. But …

No. She wasn’t the type of woman who could be bought, and she wasn’t going to give him the wrong idea that she was. He might not have asked for anything in return, but being in his debt was bad no matter which way she looked at it.

And maybe you’re just looking for trouble in all the wrong places … just like you always do.

Shut up.

“See you later, Benji.” She was moving before she decided on a course of action, grabbing her jacket from behind the bar and heading out the front door. A quick look down the street showed a familiar figure striding away. “Hey!”

What are you doing?

She ignored her inner voice and started after him. “Hey! Cillian, wait!”

He didn’t turn around, and she cursed him in both Russian and English. Growing up the way she had, she knew plenty of creative phrases in both languages.

“Hey, stop!”

She ran after him, thankful she’d put on her badass studded boots instead of the pair of heels she’d been jonesing after. An eight-hour shift on her feet would have her hating herself if she’d gone with the pretty shoes—and they would have made it impossible to catch up with the O’Malley.

She grabbed his arm and froze at the feel of his muscles flexing in her grip. Holy wow.

He finally turned to face her and it struck her that, without the bar between them, he was so much larger than she was. Not large like her ex, Sergei—this man was built lean instead of for brute strength—but he still dwarfed her. And he smelled good, like some kind of spicy men’s cologne that instantly had her thinking thoughts she had no business entertaining.

Like what it would be like to bury her nose in his neck and inhale deeply. The insane desire to do so almost overwhelmed her.

Everything about him was overwhelming, from his beautiful face, to