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)
He nodded and Blake got up and walked away.
“Did you just get hit on?” Shea snorted in disbelief.
Christian turned to find him smirking with an amused twinkle in his eye.
“Yes,” Christian muttered.
“Well, what the hell man, why don’t you hit that? He was kinda okay-looking,” Shea said, giving Christian a nudge with his elbow.
Christian shook his head. “No, he’s not my type.” Which was true, but he also had other reasons. Reasons like the fact that he was in love with Shea. He just couldn’t bring himself to sleep with anyone else yet. He knew that he was going to have to get over that if he ever wanted to have sex again, but at the moment, he couldn’t do it.
“You have a type?” Shea asked, dumbfounded.
Christian sent him an incredulous look. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he snapped. That comment really rubbed him the wrong way. Shea had no filter sometimes.
Shea opened and closed his mouth a few times before he answered. “Sorry, that came out wrong. I’ve just never seen you with a dude, so I don’t know what kind of guys you like.”
It was true; Christian never introduced Shea to any of his previous boyfriends. Not that he really ever had all that many but he still kept his love life hidden from Shea. He really didn’t know why he did it. Maybe he didn’t want Shea to get weirded-out or something. He shook his head to himself. It was just one more pound to add to the weight already on his shoulders.
Shea was silent for a moment, and then turned on his stool to face Christian. “So what kind of guys do you like?” he asked curiously.
Christian narrowed his eyes at him. “You seriously want to know?” he asked dubiously.
Shea grinned. “Yeah, I want to know.”
“I like the tall, dark and handsome type, nice body, about my height, sexy smile, and funny.” Christian shrugged.
Shea’s dark eyes shimmered with humor. “You know you just described me, right?”
Christian flushed and dropped his eyes to his beer bottle. Shea chuckled and put his hand on Christian’s shoulder.
“I’m just fuckin’ with ya, Chris. Don’t get all bent out of shape.” Shea laughed, giving Christian’s shoulder a squeeze.
Christian’s stomach flipped from both Shea’s comment and his touch. God, what he would give to be in his arms in an entirely different way.
“If it makes you feel any better, bro, you’re the only guy I’ve ever thought is hot, so we’re even.” Shea grinned and winked at Christian before taking a sip of his beer.
Christian rolled his eyes. Shea - always the kidder. If he only knew how those words were like a knife to Christian’s heart. Maybe he could pretend that Shea meant the words he just spoke. Just for a little while before reality crashed back down on him. Christian really loathed his life sometimes, and hated himself for being such a pussy about everything.
Chapter 5
Margot hobbled out of the elevator on her crutches. She and Quinn caught the first flight back to the States, and Peter insisted that they take the rest of the week off after the trip from Hell. Margot also went to the doctor when she got home. Quinn took her since she could not drive and she really had no one else, all her family and friends were in Paris. She occasionally hung out with a few of the other women in the office; they were not friends she could call on, though. The doctor concluded that she did have a serious sprain and needed to keep off it for a couple of weeks. Insert crutches.
Quinn has been acting strange since they returned. He was very subdued and introverted. Okay, Quinn was always like that, but it was more than what was normal for him. He has maybe said all of ten words to her since they got back home, and more than half of them were ‘Yeah, I can take you to the doctor.’ Margot was starting to worry about him.
Quinn stepped out of the elevator behind her. He drove her into work and said that he would do so until her ankle was better. It would have been really sweet of him if Margot did not felt like he was doing it out of guilt for some reason. She caught the guilt in his eyes a few times when he looked at her. He tried to cover it up quickly, but he was not fast enough.
Quinn stayed close as they walked to their office. A couple of coworkers stopped them to ask what happened. She just gave them a smile and dismissive wave, telling them that she tripped and sprained her ankle. She did not need the whole office gossiping about her, and that would definitely happen if she told them what really happened. As they passed Peter’s office, he rushed out from behind his desk and stepped out into the hall.