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annoyance she felt came through loud and clear.
    “You come to my home unannounced and uninvited. Invade my space without so much as an ‘excuse me.’ Now you’re making rude-ass comments. You know what? Get the fuck out.” The sound of her voice continued to increase as she spoke. Normally, she would never be so belligerent to a guest in her home, especially someone like Conall O’Shea. But he rubbed her the wrong way.
    It wasn’t just the feelings of attraction, but that pretty-ass face was just too damn much. How could one man be so attractive, successful, and ruthless, all wrapped up in one package? It just wasn’t fair. And now he was standing in her living room as if he had every right to be there. This shit was just too much, she thought as she felt a headache starting to build. He needed to leave. It wasn’t smart having him here, alone with her. Especially when she felt such strong attraction.
    “No. I’m not going to ‘get the fuck out’ as you say. I came to speak with you. Just as you came to speak to me earlier.” And with that proclamation, he began taking off his long cashmere coat. Throwing it over the back of one of her living room chairs, he walked around to the couch and sat down. His gaze bored into her, as if daring her to try and force him out. Motioning with one hand, he indicated for her to sit down. To act the host to an uninvited guest.
    “Fucking douchebag,” she mumbled under her breath in typical Pawtucket girl fashion.
    “What was that?” he asked, but she was sure he had heard her, so she wasn’t going to repeat herself.
    “I said, would you like a drink?” Fake smile plastered on her face, her eyes shot fire at him.
    “Yeah, that’s what I thought you said,” he responded with laughter in his voice. “No, thank you. I won’t be long. I have an event tonight and have to leave soon.”
    “Good,” she said a little too loud if the raising of his eyebrow were any indication.
    “Did you say something, Tatiana? I seem to have trouble hearing you tonight,” he challenged her, a smirk lifting his mouth on one side.
    “I said, I hope you have a great time tonight at your event,” she replied in a sugary-sweet voice. Walking over to him, she sat down on one of the other chairs, the one not covered with his coat. Grabbing a knitted shawl that she kept in the house for those times she became cold, she covered her chest from his gaze. Taking a breath, she posed her question again. Maybe this time she would get an answer. “Why are you here at my home, Mr. O’Shea?”
    “I’m here for you,” his voice rang out and the room went silent. “And you should probably call me Conall, don't you think? Go ahead. Try it out.” Her stomach clenched at the sensuous tone in his voice.
    “No, I don’t think I should.” Now she was just being ornery, but she didn’t really care.
    Brushing a speck of lint from his pants, he smiled as he shrugged his shoulders and continued with their conversation. “I figured you would say that. You’re a fighter. I like that about you.” Going silent, he waited a second for her to interrupt. When she didn’t, he continued, “After our meeting earlier today, something drew me here. To you. I want to know why I can’t get you out of mind.”
    “Why?” Seemingly unable to form more than a one-word response, she sat frozen in place. Chest rising and falling shakily as she took in his words. Did he really just say he was drawn to her? He must have picked up on her response to him and how her eyes couldn’t stop roaming over his face and body.
    Her body continued to betray her and confirmed her own internal struggle between her desire and need for him. A man she had just met. A virtual stranger. A very dangerous stranger at that. What did she really know about him other than the things she had read in the papers and the rumors on the street? Those two things combined should be enough to have her running for the hills screaming like a banshee.