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She was actually tipsy. So much so that her fingers flew over the keyboard like crazy and she made so many spelling mistakes in her essay that she had to grin at it.

She hadn't sat on Kilian's lap for a while, she had slid down there with the excuse that she had to finish her essay, although he thought that Friday evening was a time to take a break. He'd reluctantly let go of her and she'd decided to stay seated on the sofa, keeping her legs on his lap. That reassured them both. She relaxed as his hands stroked her calves soothingly, and he?

He smiled at Thomas as he told funny story after funny story, that had happened to him in the past few weeks. It was a pleasant atmosphere in the lounge, the men sipping whiskey and having those typical male conversations while Samantha sat and laughed at the fact that once again the autocorrect couldn't make sense of her words.

And after another cocktail, Sam had had enough of the nonsense she was typing into her computer. Frustrated, she flipped the lid down and the two men looked at her in shock.

"Don't feel like doing homework?" Thomas asked, draining his glass in one gulp and looking at her with unfathomable black eyes. Samantha would never have thought that this guy could seem unfathomable, but he did, or at least he talked to her more vaguely. Did she agree, “Sami don't look at me like that. I said even my homosexuality has limits." He whispered ambiguously and winked at her teasingly.

Samantha just snorted disparagingly, put her laptop on the table next to her and tried to slide back onto her brother's lap or at least in his immediate vicinity.

"Killian? Can we go to bed?" Sam asked and only realized how ambiguous that sounded when the sentence had long passed her lips. Killian's mouth twitched and he ran the back of his hand down one of her cheeks.

"I can take you to my apartment, sweetie. But I can't stay." He just said. Samantha pouted and looked at him with begging, jingling eyes that made Killian's grin even wider.

"Why? Where do you have to go?"

"I have to stay here, wait for Dominik to get back." He replied and Sam frowned. She was about to ask why her brother had to wait for Dom to return from an order review when the door to the lounge slammed open and he, out of breath, walked into the room came storming in.

His chest was heaving, his light brown hair was plastered to his forehead, and the black shirt that looked so much like her brother's had even darker spots on it.

"Something went wrong. It's got two of ours people caught, as well as that little poison mixer. The order is gone." He explained only briefly. Immediately, the smile disappeared from Killian's face, he pushed Samantha's legs off his lap and stood up in a fluid movement that seemed more than threatening to any outsider.

"What do you mean go away? What went wrong?" Killian asked in a demanding tone. Dom wiped his chin with the back of his hand. Was that blood on his hands? Then he looked pointedly at Samantha.

"Thomas, go with Dom and see if what happened. Samantha?" His gaze settled on hers, his green eyes flashing dangerously, demanding absolute obedience and Samantha winced slightly at his harsh tone.

"Get up, I'll take you to my apartment." She swallowed a reluctant protest, grabbed her shoes and was about to start putting them on when Killian snatched them out of her hand and grabbed them by her upper arm onto her bare feet. "We don't have time for that." he grumbled.

While Thomas got up quickly and followed Dom out the door he had just burst through, Killian pushed her through another door. He pulled her after, although she gasped as her bare toes touched the cold floor. But that was nothing like the way her upper arm was burning from her brother pulling her around like a doll.

"Damn Killian. You're hurting me!" she said angrily, pulling out of his grip in an even more painful jerk. Her brother stopped, looked down at her, and whispered a small curse before reaching out for support as she began to protest against his protestations.

"What the hell is going on? And what kind of product is it anyway? Was anyone hurt?" she asked, while she squeezed into the second shoe and then straightened up.

"I don't know, but I don't want to waste any time." Samantha smoothed her shirt down and didn't want to point out to her brother that she saw through his evasive manner very well. He would notice that any moment anyway.

“If you don't want to tell me it's okay and if you have to go too. I can find my way into your apartment on my own, I just need the key." She crossed her arms under her chest and held out her open hand to him as if she actually expected the key to be handed over.

It wasn't far to his apartment, her brother not only owned this club, he also lived on the top floor of the building. Killian frowned briefly and Sam bit the inside of her cheek, to hide the urge to run her lips over it. She didn't like it at all when he looked at her so seriously.

He reached out for her upper arm again and ran his hand apologetically over the spot he had just been gripping far too tightly. Then he took a step towards her, grasped her outstretched hand and pressed his lips to her palm instead of giving her the key.

"Sorry sweety, I'll walk you to the door." The wonderful tingle of his kiss left on her skin made her smile again and she stood on her toes so she could run her own lips over his rough chin. She loved it when he did forget to shave.

He looked so daring with that dark blond shadow of his beard that women in rows were getting weak in the knees. And her too, even if she couldn't explain why. That had to be the alcohol. Nothing else...