“Sure did. I was on my way to your room to walk you downstairs for breakfast. Before I could even reach the door, Giselle came strutting out in a sexy little dress.”
“Nothing happened,” Quentin insisted. “She sneaked into my room that morning—”
“Sneaked?”Lexi repeated skeptically.
“Yes,” he snapped. “We weren’t staying at a hotel, so I didn’t think to lock my door when I went to bed. Anyway, she was waiting for me when I came out of the bathroom. I politely told her I wasn’t interested and sent her on her way.”
“Staring at her ass until she was out of sight,” Lexi jeered.
He scowled. “I wanted to make sure she really left.”
“Whatever.” Lexi shoved her arms into her coat, working hard not to stare at a bead of water that trickled down his chiseled six-pack and disappeared beneath the waistband of his towel.Note to self: next time you have an argument with a gorgeous hunk, make sure he’s fully clothed!
As Quentin reached for her, she batted his hand away and snatched her purse off the foyer table.
He sighed harshly. “Don’t leave like this, Lex. Let’s talk—”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” She glared at him. “No sane woman would send a man risqué photos of herself unless he gave her the impression that such photos would be welcomedandappreciated. So at the very least you must have flirted with her. Which wouldn’t be so bad if she weren’t your client, and if you hadn’t kissedmethe day before and told me that you couldn’t stop thinking about me!”
“That wasn’t a lie,” Quentin growled. “Ican’tstop thinking about you, damn it.”
“Riiight. I notice you didn’t refute the part about flirting with that woman and leading her on.” She shook her head in angry disgust. “You’re so predictable, Quentin.”
As she spun toward the front door he grabbed her arm. She tried to twist out of his grasp, but he was too strong. Thinking fast, she snatched off his towel and hurled it across the room, as far as she could throw it.
Cursing a blue streak, Quentin released her and went to retrieve the towel, giving her an opportunity to make her escape.
By the time he recovered and came after her, she was already at the elevator.
“Lexi!” he called, striding purposefully down the corridor. “Wait, damn it!”
One of his neighbors emerged from his condo, took one look at Quentin in his bath towel and arched an amused brow.
Lexi jumped into the elevator and quickly stabbed the down button. As the doors began to close, she heard the man joke, “You must be losing your touch, Reddick.”
Scowling, Quentin gave him the finger and stalked back to his penthouse.
Chapter 11
That evening, Lexi sat in a plush leather booth tucked into a private corner of Wolf’s Soul. A plate of crab-stuffed mushrooms and an apple martini sat before her, mostly untouched. She had no appetite.
“Lexi?”
She glanced up. At the sight of the young, good-looking man standing at her table, she smiled. Her first real smile in hours. “Hi, Byron. How are you?”
“I’m good.” Byron Devers smiled, flashing dimples that made him look even younger than his twenty-six years. “Mind if I join you?”
She did, actually. She was in no mood for small talk. But Byron looked so eager that she would have felt like an ogre if she’d refused him.
“Sure. I’d love some company.”
He slid into the opposite side of the booth. “You’ve hardly touched your mushrooms. Is something wrong with them?”
“Not at all. They’re delicious.” She gave him a teasing smile. “So you don’t have to send them back to the kitchen for me.”
He grinned. “I was just about to offer. I guess old habits die hard.”
“Yep.”
