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“Excuse me.” I can’t even pretend to hide my shock from them as I walk toward the door. Eric’s face flashes in my mind as I grab the door, telling me someone like Quinton Starks wouldn’t be interested. I pause, looking at the closed door. Here in front of me is one of his past sexual buddies. I’m done being nice and biting my lip where mean asses are concerned! I turn towards this Monica chick. “Are you drunk off your ass or something? Why the hell would you presume I’m the gold digger here?” I start to open the door as one of them pushes it shut.
“You don’t know us!” Shit, they’re getting loud.
The door swings open and Toni walks in.
“Hey! This is the ladies room,” one yells. He has no regard for them.
“Is there an issue?” He trolls the space. Toni grabs his phone. “Yes sir. I have her. Ladies.” I look at him. “Mr. Starks is looking for you ma’am.”Thank you, Quinton.I look at them with the best bitch smirk I can muster.
“Oh for the record, Quinton Starks does hit it more than once if he’s interested!” I nod as Toni opens the door for me. My blood is fuming as we walk through the people. My behavior hit juvenile. I’m about to vomit. “Thanks Toni,” I whisper.
“Well, Marcus and Gerry went back to the cabana with y’alls drink thinking that you must have walked back with Mr. Starks. Then when you weren’t there … you can imagine.”
“They were drunk. And apparently formerly entertained by your boss there.” My stomach flip flops as I see Quinton coming towards us, at the same time the conversation I just heard floods my mind. “I don’t have a good bitch face.”
“You did well enough with it.” I titter looking at him as Quinton approaches.
“Everything okay?” He looks at me, then Toni.
“Some cats in the restrooms,” Toni replies.
“Some gold-digging Quinton Stark admiring cats! You must be well known and your yacht for parties,” I quip.
“Did they touch you?” He carefully examines me like I’m a precious commodity.
“No! Of course not …” I look up as I see them walk out. “There they are now,” I whisper watching his face.
Quinton looks over at them, and they recognize him. He recognizes her. He looks back at me and slides his hand on my ass, pulling me tighter against him. He’s watching my eyes.
“I want to lotion this beautiful body.” I don’t say anything as I walk ahead. “Amelia …” I can’t be mad, he didn’t even know me. And I’m married.Yes Amelia, married!“Amelia!” I stop turning towards him. “Don’t walk away from me … what did they say? What has you upset?” I shake my head, ignoring his questions. “Your eyes aren’t sparkling … they only do that when you’re unhappy.”
“It’s just the reality of everything … my marriage … your past indiscretions, staring me in the face.”
“Amelia …” He grabs my hand pulling me into him. He’s stroking my face looking at my eyes. “Everyone has a past … I’ve never downplayed my sexual past to you.”
“I know … I just need to process it.” I look down, rubbing across his strong arms. He’s holding me tight, like he’s afraid I’m about to slip from his grasp. “I must admit I don’t feel me around you … your gang. I feel like I’ve switched bodies with some high socialite.” He chuckles softly listening. “Your arrogance and confidence spills over to the people around you. I’ve never been as brassy and flirtatious … definitely never pranced about in practically nothing … nor had people wait on my every need. And my PDA was in the negative zone.”
“Maybe you’re just finding yourself … in different ways.”
“Or redefining …” I huff sarcastically.
“You’ve been belittled for years … leashed away from living how you wanted to live life. Now here’s an opportunity … I won’t confine you. I won’t let you stop living.” He coyly grins. “I may show you another way of life. But I’m madly head over heels with the modest innkeeper with a brassy provocative side. It’s in you … it’s just been bound and gagged, waiting to come out. I saw a glimpse that day in the Christmas shop.”
I purse my lips remembering my brashness with Lori. He grins, covering my lips with his. My libido tingles as I toss caution aside again … for the arrogant Mr. Starks!
* * *
“Everything okay?”Tierra looks at me, then Quinton. He’s not saying anything.
“Yeah.” I smile, lacing our fingers. “Your swimsuit almost got me jumped.” I take my coconut drink. “Is it good?” I ask Gerry and Marcus. “Oh my god, I think I just found my new favorite drink.”
Quinton grins, rubbing lotion around my tits, dipping his fingertips under the skimpy material. “Damn your tits look hot in this suit.”
“Yeah they do,” Andy chimes, not missing a beat.
I roll my eyes at him. “You all are crazy. I’ve never seen such … a friendly, flirtatious group of friends.”
“Well, it’s not that crazy … or big of a deal. We grew up together, married our best friends. We’re comfortable in our relationships. We know our wives are hot; we know Quinton is philander, but he’s our brother! Unexplainable amount of trust here.” Michael sips his drink.
