Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
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The seminar was long and boring and Quinn was seriously cranky. He did not want to go through another two days of sitting through watching some stick-up-his-ass talk about shit he already knew. Margot paid attention for the first half of it, but she started to get bored, also. And when Margot gets bored, she fidgets. Quinn almost strangled her today. He thought about many creative ways to end her fidgeting, many of them involved duct tape. Duct tape was a man’s best friend after all...no wait, that was dogs.
Once back at the hotel room, they decided to get room service since neither of them felt like going back out. He changed into sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a zip-up hoodie. He sat on the bed with his laptop and went through his emails. Margot called room service with their dinner order while he was changed. He watched her as she hung up the phone and moved around the room.
She might have gotten on his nerves today, but he definitely felt differently about her since they started this trip. He appreciated what she did when he was strip-searched. It was humiliating enough to have to do it and it would have been even worse if she had watched while he showed a couple of dudes his asshole. Fucking TSA. He was glad that she understood and turned around.
Then she came onto him last night and they ended up sleeping together, and she was incredible. He couldn’t remember sex ever being that good. She kept saying things in French, as if she couldn’t think straight enough to speak in English. It was seriously sexy. Just thinking about how her voice dropped to that husky murmur made him hard. When they talked afterward, she was compassionate and understanding yet again. She didn’t ask a million and one questions. She only asked the most important, and accepted the answers he gave her.
So, now what? Did he want to pursue this to see where it went? Should he just leave it alone and go back to being just coworkers? Quinn really didn’t think that was possible. He wanted her too much, even when she was getting on his nerves today. He caught a whiff of her perfume at one point and was ready to shove her against the wall and take her in front of everyone. He’s never had a woman affect him like this...ever.
The longest relationship Quinn has ever had was two months. After a while, women got tired of having their questions ignored or brushed off. Quinn wasn’t a big talker. He didn’t want someone he really didn’t care that much about knowing his whole life story. He had a hard time trusting people in general and most women had a hard time understanding why he didn’t trust them enough to share his secrets. They also got tired of not knowing how he felt. Quinn did not share his emotions. He wasn’t one to tell a woman how he felt about her. His thought process was that if he was with her he obviously liked her.
Margot bent over to grab something out of her suitcase, her ass facing his direction. Quinn couldn’t help but stare, she had a fine ass. He scrubbed a hand over his mouth to make sure he wasn’t drooling. He was just about to act on the perfect opportunity when he remembered that he didn’t have any more condoms. Dammit. He bet the little convenient store in the lobby had some. He could run down there and probably be back before their food arrived. Quinn set his laptop on the bedside table and grabbed his wallet, phone, and room key. He stood, shoved everything in the pockets of his hoodie, slipped his sneakers on, and started for the door.
“I’ll be back,” he said and walked out the door without waiting for Margot’s response. He pulled out his phone and called Sebastian. Most likely, a mistake, but whatever, he needed to talk to someone.
“Ribbit, ribbit.” Sebastian answered after the third ring.
Quinn laughed. “You are such a dick.”
Sebastian chuckled. “What’s up, little brother?”
Quinn rubbed the side of his face as he walked toward the elevator. “Swear you won’t make fun of me?” he asked.
“Man, you know I can’t promise that.” Sebastian snorted.
“I slept with Margot,” Quinn blurted.
“What?” Sebastian squawked.
“Last night. She was drunk and came onto me. I couldn’t resist.”
“Oh, you naughty, naughty boy, you! Your balls are bigger than I thought. Doesn’t she get on your nerves though?”
“Not last night,” Quinn snorted.
Sebastian laughed. “Nice. You planning to make this a common occurrence?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. I’m on my way to pick up more condoms anyway,” Quinn murmured.
“Awesome. Give it to her good. I heard French women like to get freaky-deaky. She doesn’t have any whips in her suitcase does she?” Sebastian asked. He was obviously getting a kick out of this.