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told him, and he punched the button. “Are you there
too?” she asked when he didn’t press any other buttons.
    “No, but I’ll walk you to your door.”
    She leaned against the lift wall as the door rattled closed,
and reminded herself that this wasn’t a date, he was just being gentlemanly,
and he was not going to kiss her at her door.
    She lifted her gaze and met his, and the intensity of his
blue eyes made her breath catch in her throat. Suddenly her chest was tight,
and her gaze dropped to his mouth. He had a gorgeous mouth, his lips not thin
but not so full that they looked feminine.
    He took the two steps across the lift to stand close to her,
in her personal space, so near she could feel the soft puff of his breath
against her upturned face. And then he kissed her, and she melted into his
arms, her whole body flushing under the sensation of his mouth on hers. The
gentle touch lingered, his tongue probed and she parted her lips. He pulled her
away from the wall and into his arms, holding her tight against him, his hand
sliding down her back, over her hip, coming to rest on her ass, and she pressed
closer still, his dick hard against her pelvis.
    She moaned, and he slid his other hand up into her hair,
tugging it free from its pins. “Wondered what your hair was like,” he muttered.
“Love it.” In response, she undulated her hips against his cock, rubbing back
and forth and enjoying how he hardened further, how his breathing quickened.
She ran a hand over his chest, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.
    The elevator dinged and the door rattled open.
    Jillian gasped and yanked herself out of Fin’s arms. “I—um…”
She couldn’t think what to say, so settled for “Good night,” and darted out
into the corridor. It only took a quick glance to orient herself; she was
actually closer to her room than she would be from the other elevator.
    “Jillian.” Fin started forward, but the lift door started to
close, and she heard him curse as she opened her room door. Slamming it, she
leaned back against it, her hand to her mouth. What the hell had she been thinking?
Marianna Carter was not the kind of woman who would tolerate the help hooking
up with her future brother-in-law. If she found out that Jillian and Fin had
been making out, she’d probably have a shit fit and start blackballing Jillian
every chance she got.
    Jillian changed for bed and firmed her resolve. She’d just
have to avoid Fin as much as possible. It shouldn’t be too hard—she had a lot
to do before the wedding, and as the groom’s brother he was also likely to be
busy. And then after the wedding she would head home and never see Fin Dunne
again.

Chapter Three
     
    Fin Dunne was driving her insane.
    He’d shown up at her door the morning after their dinner,
smiling broadly, had taken one look at her cool, professional expression, and
had sighed. “Right then.”
    He’d then stuck to her the whole morning, through breakfast
and through her tour of the facilities, despite her heavy hints that he must
have something to do elsewhere. He was now sitting down to lunch with her,
Aine, General Manager Mary Coughlan, Concierge Seamus O’Kane, and the housekeeping
manager, introduced to her only as Mrs. Thatcher. The lunch was ostensibly for
business, to ensure everything was in place for the wedding, but within the
first five minutes Jillian had already checked everything off her list. The
staff at Castle Tullamore was ridiculously efficient. She’d never worked with a
venue where she hadn’t had to chase up some small—occasionally large—details,
and confirm that everything was in place. At Tullamore, the details had already
been taken care of, and the senior staff had even made some suggestions that
had worked for previous functions.
    She still had her meetings this afternoon with the head chef
and the pastry chef, the florist, the photographer, and the videographer, but
so far it looked like she hadn’t needed to arrive so