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little woman.” Liam’s mouth curled in a smile. Yes, that pretty, tight-assed, ultra-professional female, was in the next room as naked as the day she was born. His cock nudged against his pants as he imagined those firm breasts in his hands as he wrapped his fingers around her soft flesh. Liam closed his eyes as he fantasized about tasting her nipples. He imagined himself lying beside her, taking a nipple between his lips, licking it to make it hard and hearing her moan.
    His cock was rock-hard now and he squirmed, its length uncomfortable in his slacks. But he could find no relief here; not when she might walk out of that bath any moment.
    As if he were prescient, the door to the bath cracked open and Maggie stuck her head out.
    “Mr. Finnerty , I have forgotten to bring my clothes in here. I am going to come into the room and you will come in here until I have finished dressing.”
    The blush on her cheeks belied her self-assured commands. The woman was embarrassed! Liam grinned, turning so she would not see the bulge his thoughts had produced. He didn’t want her thinking she was responsible for his reaction. Well, she was, but she didn’t need to know that.
    His grin was no more than she expected. Lout. His mocking bow to her as he acquiesced made her realize her tone had been rather imperious. But she would not apologize for it. If she weren’t commanding, he wouldn’t respect her. Not that he did anyway.
    Liam moved aside and made a show of turning his back so she could enter. But with her body and hair wrapped in two towels, her modesty was assured, so he faced her as he gathered up his own change of clothes and sauntered into the bath.
    “Your wish is my command, highness. If you haven’t used up all the hot water, I’ll take a bath.” He paused and poked his head out of the little room. “Oh, and be careful of the sword. It’s sharp.” The door shut firmly and Maggie was alone again.

Chapter Two
     
    Blast, but what that woman did to him! Liam’s thoughts prevented the hot water from relaxing him the way it should have. His brain kept returning to those soft, white shoulders he glimpsed on his way into the shower. Why hadn’t he noticed the graceful sweep of her neck or the pearly tint of her skin before?
    Liam ran a wet hand through his curly hair and tried to make sense out of the day’s events. Stuck on the plane with a partner who barely spoke, landing in Dublin to discover their rooms weren’t ready, trying to make the day more pleasant by suggesting a short walk, buying a tapestry scrap that he had no business buying because a leprechaun talked to him, a leprechaun who seemed determined to run his love life, Liam shook his head. Too much for one day.
    His thoughts came full circle as he dunked his head under the water and thought about the woman he was traveling with. Maggie Andrews as the girl he would marry? She certainly intrigued him and had since the first day he saw her in her father’s office. At that time, she still was several levels below him in position but that tightly wound auburn hair and those intelligent deep brown eyes interested him even then. He had turned on the charm, but her demeanor had been cold and distant and he remembered thinking she had a lot to learn about working with people.
    Coming up for air, he shook the water out of his eyes and poured the shampoo generously. Liam considered Maggie’s rise up the corporate ladder as he washed his hair. He had kept an eye on her and was pleasantly surprised to see her efficient handling of every project she was given. Her professionalism impressed many of her co-workers even as her lack of interest in their personal lives made them label her with unflattering nicknames. Liam did not get involved. It was her own problem and she would have to deal with it in her own way. But it did make him concerned about what might happen when the old man gave control to his daughter. People worked for Old Man Andrews because they