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he was— all of them, not just the bitchy ones. Evidently, he viewed the servers at the pub as his personal harem, and he had the charm of the devil. Rumor had it that no woman had more than two dates with him before they were ready to fuck his kinky brains out and have his babies.
    She’d thought it was all exaggerated bullshit. Then she saw him, and every hair on her body stood up as if a mild electrical shock radiated through her nervous system. Add to that his penetrating, hooded gaze when he stared at her, and she’d been unable to stop her body from responding. This was a man who oozed sex appeal, and he’d been directing all that lust straight at her, making her panties damp without even touching her. She regretted wearing the camisole instead of a bra beneath her shirt. As small as her breasts were, that wasn’t usually an issue, but tonight, her nipples had been rock-hard and had drawn leering stares from more than one drunk.
    Until she reminded them that Peter was her uncle, and suddenly, they became as polite as could be.
    Her body still buzzed hours later as she recalled the change in Alex after she accidentally spilled beer on him. She wanted to say she was angry because she was morally outraged by Alex’s heart-breaker behavior. The truth was she felt a pull to him so strong she felt like she should be able to see glowing strands connecting them together. His hands were big and rough, and she wondered what they would feel like sliding over her body.
    The sight of his long, almost artistic fingers brought to mind breathy moans in the dark as he slowly sank them into her aching pussy.
    “’Night, Jessica,” one of the bartenders she worked with said with a smile and a wave.
    Startled from her erotic daydreams, she sat up on her barstool and hoped she wasn’t blushing. “’Night, Beth.”
    Since her apartment was in the building around the corner, Jessica liked to linger for a little while after closing and just absorb the silence. She’d never been in a city as old as Dublin, and sometimes it felt like the age of the city pressed down on her. From what Aunt Mary had said, this building used to be part of a nobleman’s estate, but it had been sold to her great-great-great grandfather to pay off his gambling debts. Rumor had it that the pub had also been an upscale brothel back in the day, with the bar masquerading as a gentleman’s club for cover, hiding the real reason the men of Dublin entered this building.
    A man shifted across the room, one of the stone faced bouncers, and drew her wandering attention before she inwardly sighed. Uncle Peter had insanely good security because he was a politician, and he always had at least one of his men near Jessica. Not enough to be invasive, but everywhere she went, she knew someone was watching over her. Even if she was just grocery shopping with Aunt Mary, a man or two would discreetly follow them. She had to admit it was kind of nice to have that protection as she explored a city ten times the size of the small town where she’d grown up. Then again, their constant, watchful presence also hampered her ability to freely explore places on a whim. And it certainly screwed up any plans she had to buy a new vibrator at the elegant lingerie and adult toy store she always passed on the way to her favorite bakery.
    Right now, her oversized babysitter for the evening lurked in the far corner, the same area where Alex had sat earlier, and was talking with one of the bartenders. Both of them were flirting with each other heavily enough that Jessica was sure someone was going to get laid tonight. Too bad it wouldn’t be her. She’d been going through a dating dry spell since moving here to spend some time in Ireland getting to know her roots. While there were plenty of cute guys around, and she had flirted with a few, nothing ever happened beyond the initial encounter.
    She was also looking into going to a college in Dublin instead of returning to the University of