Dirty Beautiful Rich Part Five Read Free Page A

chauffeur.
                  “No, O’Neil, ” she replied firmly. “We’re going to hit up Christ Church and then we’ll go west.”
                  “Yes, Miss.”
               She smiled at the phone. She could hear the chauffeur's annoyance but grudging acceptance.
                  “See you in ten minutes. ” Julie hung up and pulled on a pair of leggings and a comfy peacock green dress. Her new leather jacket went on like a dream and she slipped her feet into a gorgeous pair of Jimmy Choo flats. Sometimes indulgence was the best thing ever.
                  Well, not the best thing. But it certainly happened to help deal with her rioting insides.
                  Frankly, all she wanted to do was get in the Bentley and urge O’Neil to break every traffic rule in existence to get her home as soon as possible. But Kat and Stella had come a long way and frankly, she needed a little more time before she went running to Damian. She needed the breathing space to set her mind to rights so when she saw him she could say what needed to be said. Otherwise, she’d just fling herself into his arms and that wouldn’t be for the best.
                  So, when she and Kat went downstairs, it was all Julie could do not to snort.
                  Stella, who usually ate nothing but meat and salad, low carb devotee that she was, was feasting on Irish brown bread slathered in butter.
                  “Oh. My. God. ” Stella let out a groan that was so orgasmic that half the people in the area turned and looked.
                  “That good, eh? ” Julie asked.
                  “You’ve no idea.”
               “That’s what happens when you don’t eat bread for five years, ” Kat put in.
                  “Shhh. To call this manna mere bread is the worst possible insult. It’s divine. The butter is divine. ”
                  Julie bit back another laugh. “No doubt, the cow that gave forth the cream to make it is divine too.”
                  Stella nodded enthusiastically and took another huge bite then swallowed back what appeared to be black tea with cream.
                  “Is there sugar in that? ” Kat asked.
                  Stella shifted in her seat. “Uh. And what if there is?”
                  “Ireland has transformed you, ” Julie said.
                  At last Stella grinned. “It has.”
                  “Well if we can tear you away from your manna. . . We have a cathedral to visit.”
                  Stella wiped a linen napkin over her mouth, unabashed by the crumbs that fell to the table cloth. “Do you think they’ll let me take some bread?”
                  Julie grabbed Stella’s hand. “I promise there is bread at Castle Clare.”
               “This good?”
                  “Better, ” Julie drawled just before she hauled Stella up and out of the chair.
                  She and Kat dragged their bread drunk friend out to the street and to the Bentley.
    ***
                  After a day of desperately waiting and forcing herself to enjoy playing tourist, Julie ran up the castle steps, leaving Stella and Kat gaping.
                  She knew she should stay with her friends, but she was driven by an all consuming need to see Damian which had only intensified with each mile they traveled from Dublin. Now, she felt totally wound up. Her mouth was full of words she was desperate to speak and her brain kept looping her imagined conversation with him.
                  She’d been barely rational the last hour, answering all inquiries with uh-huhs and nods of her head.
                  She half expected to meet Margaret, dogs in tow but it