Fighter's Kiss_An enemies-to-lovers MMA romance by Sienna Blake

Author:Sienna Blake [Blake, Sienna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SB Publishing
Published: 2019-09-30T23:00:00+00:00

River

I hadn’t bothered with a spoon…no, I’d gone straight for the ice cream scooper.

It was weeks later. The bowl of cookie dough wobbled where it was balanced in my lap as I dug in deep for another mountain-sized mouthful. I squinted at my computer screen, the only source of illumination in the otherwise dark kitchen. It was, after all, sometime past midnight. As I crunched into a chunk of dark chocolate, my fingers flew furiously over the keyboard before reaching for the bottle of merlot on the marble island.

I’d skipped the glass as well.

The last few remaining swigs sloshed at the bottom of the bottle as I pressed and held down the delete button to erase what I’d just written. I was left again with just a blank email draft. I growled in frustration as I tried to dig out more cookie dough from the nearly empty bowl. I was licking the ice cream scooper when footsteps approached and a light switched on.

“Uh-oh.”

Wincing at the glare, I looked up from my frantic typing, the ice cream scooper stuffed into my mouth, to find Oisin shaking his head in the kitchen doorway.

“My, oh my.” He clicked his tongue as his eyes travelled from the bottle of wine to the bowl of cookie dough to my laptop. “This does not look good, my little voodoo queen.”

“I’m leaving, Oisin,” I announced matter of factly before returning my attention to the keyboard. “So don’t try to convince me otherwise. I’ve made up my mind. Hey, can you grab me some more wine while you’re up?”

I reached for the bottle next to me to finish it off before Round 2, but Oisin snatched it up faster than I could wrap my fingers around it.

“Hey,” I whined.

He narrowed his eyes pointedly at me before marching over to the sink and pouring the rest of the bottle down the drain.

“Hey!”

Oisin leaned against the counter, crossed his arms over his silk night robe, and levelled his eyes at me. “River, what are you doing?”

“I’m quitting.”

Oisin frowned at me. “No, you’re not.”

“I am,” I insisted, pointing to my computer screen. “I’m writing the email to Seamus right now. I’m out of here. Out. Of. Here.”

Oisin assessed me. “You wouldn’t…” he said slowly.

“No?” My chin jutted forward in a challenge. “Watch me.” My fingers typed out a quick “I quit, loser” and my mouse was hovering over the “Send” icon when Oisin rushed over.

“Woah, woah, woah!” He pulled my laptop away from me. “Let’s think about this, shall we?”

“I have thought about this.” I lunged for the keyboard, but Oisin easily kept it out of reach. Pouting, I again grabbed my ice cream scooper and dug into the cookie dough.

Oisin scooted my laptop a little farther away, eyeing me to make sure I wasn’t going to stretch for it, before pulling out a bar stool next to me. He laid a hand on my shoulder. “What’s going on?” he asked softly.

“I’m quitting,” I repeated over a mouthful of cookie dough. “I’m quitting and that’s that.

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