When I get home, I decide to finally do some research on Kieran.
I realize the timing is pretty stupid. I already rejected him; I’ll probably never hear from him again. Why torture myself by looking him up now?
I just can’t stop thinking about that kiss. I mean, I’ve kissed my share of men before, and it was never anything like that. The memory of the possessive, passionate, insistent way he kissed me makes me so squirmy with pleasure, I really have no choice but to open up my laptop; the alternative would involve my vibrator, and I refuse to stoop to the level of m**********g to Kieran Sharpe.
My Google search of him is filled with news stories and articles about his company, Sharpe Enterprises, along with their most notable app, LIY. Despite my rather harsh assumptions about them robb
