Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 60700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
" Thank you for being there for me today," he whispered against her lips.
" Anytime," Raelynn breathed.
Sebastian stepped back and Raelynn caught the amused look both Henry and his mother were wearing. Raelynn bit back the urge to stick out her tongue at them. She opened the door and stepped into the hall. She gave Sebastian a small smile before heading towards the elevator. Her heart was pounding from that last kiss. She wanted to kick herself for caring about him as much as she did. She knew it would only end in heartache.
Quinn stared unseeing down at the blueprints in front of him. All he could think about was Sebastian and what he went through yesterday. Henry had called him this morning to let him know. It was unbelievable. Quinn couldn't even imagine what Sebastian was feeling right now. Henry had said he was completely out of it and that he was going to be taking him to see his therapist today. How much could a man take? Surely Sebastian was at his limit. He'd killed three people now. Yeah, they deserved it, but Sebastian wasn't a killer. His mind didn't work that way.
Quinn had noticed a change in Sebastian after the first incident. He was quieter. It kinda freaked Quinn out because Sebastian was not in any way a quiet person. He was boisterous and loud. He liked to fuck with people. He liked to make people laugh. Quinn had seen that person when they were at the bar last week. It had made him smile and he had hoped Sebastian was starting to return to normal. Then this had to happen. Quinn hoped he hadn't lost his crazy brother forever.
" Quinn, are you okay?" Margot's sweet french accented voice asked softly.
Quinn's eyes snapped up to hers. " Huh? Yeah, I'm fine," he said, clearing his throat.
" You have been staring for quite some time," Margot pointed out, her pretty hazel eyes searching his.
Quinn just looked at her, his face blank. He wasn't going to tell her anything. He didn't know her. They weren't friends. He didn't share his personal business with just anyone. Quinn had a bit of a trust issue. It took a long time for people to gain his trust. He'd been screwed over one too many times in the past and he refused to let that happen ever again.
Margot sighed and went back to what she was doing at her desk. Peter had insisted that Margot share Quinn's office since they were working on this project together. Quinn was seriously pissed off about that. His private space was being encroached on and it made him seriously irritable and twitchy. Not only was it not quiet like he liked it but Margot was annoyingly outgoing. She talked a lot. Even if she knew he wasn't listening, she talked to him anyway. Quinn was going to have to kill Peter for this.
Quinn tried to go back to his work. A minute passed before Margot started humming and tapping her pencil. Quinn tried to ignore it. He gritted his teeth and tried to focus on what he was supposed to be doing. But all he could hear was her.
Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap...
" Margot, please!" Quinn snapped, slamming his hand on his drafting table.
Margot jumped and looked up at him wide-eyed. " What?!" she asked, not knowing what he was talking about.
" Can you please be quiet?! I can't concentrate with you tapping and humming!"
Margot frowned. " It is too quiet in here."
" I like it that way!" Quinn huffed.
" But..."
" But nothing. This is my office and I want quiet," Quinn barked.
What the hell was she doing to him? He'd never disliked a woman like this. She just grated on his nerves. She was bringing out a side of him that he didn't even know existed. He was usually calm and collected, rarely getting irritated or angry. But this woman had him practically yelling at her. What the hell?
Margot's eyes narrowed on him before looking back down at her work and mumbling something in French. Quinn took a couple deep breaths to calm himself. He needed to get himself under control. This was not him. He was the quiet, keep to himself guy. Not a man who explodes when someone irritates him. But in the few days that Margot has worked in his office, his stoic demeanor has been steadily deteriorating. He didn't like it one bit.
A cell phone rang. It wasn't Quinn ringtone. He glanced over to see Margot pull her cell out of her purse and answer it. In french. Just fucking great! Margot's face lit up and she smiled. Then she started spouting off in rapid french. She spoke very animatedly, gesturing with her hand even though the person she was talking to couldn't see her. Quinn glared at her.