Dirty Beautiful Rich Part Five Read Free

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                  Cool air brushed Julie’s body and she swallowed back a dose of last night’s revelry.  She winced then cracked her eyes open. “What time is it?”
               “Almost twelve.”
                  She wanted to die. Or at least not feel her body. She felt like she’d been hit by a truck. How had that happened?
              Oh, right. Fion and his booze and sympathy. She smiled. Actually, it had been a damned good night.
                  “Aha! A smile. ” Kat plunked down on the bed.
                  Julie moaned. “Stop. Please let me wake gradually.”
                  “I’ve only a week in Ireland there will be no gradual anything. ” She shoved a glass of water into Julie’s hand. “Drink that, then we’re going out.”
               “Oh no, ” Julie muttered. She was going back to bed.
                  “Oh, yes . Stella is already downstairs eating another batch of soda bread and butter. She’s waiting for us.”
                  “To do what?”
                  “One, hear all your dirty deeds from last night and two, visit Christ Church to see where they filmed The Tudors, of course. ” Kat frowned. “Do you think we might see Jonathan Rhys Myers? They say he hangs out a lot in Dublin.”
              Julie laughed. She couldn’t help herself. Kat had had a massive crush on the Irish actor who’d immortalized Henry the VIII on Showtime. She hadn’t missed a single episode. In fact, Kat watched the show so often that she could quote parts and often did.
                  “Okay. ” Julie forced herself to sit up and when she wasn’t hit by any really bad nausea she let out a sigh. Not too bad considering she’d drank like a fish.
                  Kat wrinkled her nose. “Shower.”
                  “Shower, ” Julie agreed as she stumbled to the gorgeous bathroom that was all marble. The shower had seven jets in it. She cranked them all on to scalding, dropped the t-shirt she’d shoved herself into last night before falling into bed, and stepped in.
                  It was bliss. As much as she loved Castle Clare, hot water and glorious showers were a bit hit and miss.
                  Kat kept chatting, but Julie wasn’t really listening. Instead, she kept thinking about what Fion said. In fact, the words were repeating so intensely she began to feel a strange dose of anxiety.
                  Maybe it was because she needed Damian. Seeing him last night and awoken it.
                  What if he’d already left?
              Well, if he had, given Fion’s logic, she’d have her answer. Damian didn’t really want to change. But if he’d stuck it out and was still around. . .
                  Julie turned off the shower and headed straight for her phone. She hit the speed dial.
                  “Yes, Miss Julie.”
                  “You are a spy and a sneak O’Neil and I love you for it.”
               “Glad to hear it, Miss. ” There was a long pause. “He’s already left.”
                  Julie’s heart sank. “Really? Oh. I see.”
                  “He departed for Castle Clare the moment he left you at the club.”
               “Castle Clare? ” she echoed.
                  “Yes.”
                  “Thanks, O’Neil.”
               “Shall I bring the Bentley around immediately?”
                  “That would be great.”
                  “We’ll be back then in say—”
                  “O’Neil, we’re doing a bit of sight seeing.”
               “But Miss Julie— ” protested the