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She blushes, clearing her throat. “You forgot your lunch.” Glancing down, I notice the brown paper bag in her hand.
“Thanks,” I grunt, taking it from her. She shifts on her feet, and I suck in a breath as her floral scent hits my nose. Fuck. In one short month she has had more of an effect on me than any other woman I have been with. It’s beyond infuriating and inappropriate. I can’t fuck the girl who is helping me out. Mysister’sbest friend. That will complicate things and I don’t do complicated.
Her red hair blowing in the slight breeze, she stares up at me with bright green eyes. Lips parting, I think she is going to say something but then her mouth snaps closed. My cock thickens in my pants as my thoughts go to how her mouth would feel wrapped around me. Of how much of me she could take before tears spilled from her eyes and the gagging started.
Christ, I need to stop fantasizing about her. Clearing my throat, I say, “Was there anything else you needed?”
She smiles, jerking her thumb over her shoulder. “No. I’m gonna head back to the house.”
Without another word, she spins and heads back the way she came. My eyes drop to her ass on their own volition and my dick turns to steel.
Jesus. I am so screwed.
THREE
QUINN
It’s been two weeks since I brought Davis’s lunch to him, and he has been different with me. Off. Distant. Yeah, he is grumpy, but he has been extra grouchy. I don’t know what I have done to offend him, but he looks at me like I’m an inconvenience. Like one day he woke up and decided to just… hate me.
I have tried with him, even going as far as offering to celebrate with him when he won some big construction contract the other day. He declined. It’s confusing and frustrating to say the least. And I’ve hit my breaking point. I’m fed up with his cold demeanor and I want answers.
Without knocking, I shove through the front door of his home. He converted one of the rooms into a home office which is where I spend my days. Usually, Davis has left by the time I get here, but I know for a fact he is home today because he has a video call with a new client.
Stepping inside the small foyer, I pause when I spot him coming down the stairs. In dark blue jeans that hug his muscular thighs, black work boots, and tight black shirt, he looks like every woman’s wet dream. He growls, dragging me from my thoughts. My head snaps up, landing on narrowed eyes. “Can’t you knock? I could have been in the middle of something important.”
Ignoring him, I move farther inside the house and blurt out. “What is your issue with me? Did I do something wrong?”
He glares, before continuing down the stairs. Clearing his throat, he mumbles, “I have no issue with you.”
I scoff. “Then why the attitude? Why do you look at me like I killed your cat?”
Glancing at me, he runs a hand through his thick chestnut hair. I blink. As much as I hate to admit it, Davis Pritchard is hot. Really hot. I shouldn’t be mooning over my best friend’s brother, who also happens to be my boss, but I can’t help it. I’m only human. You would have to be blind to not see how handsome he is. “I don’t have a cat,” he grumbles. “I’m sorry you feel that way. It’s nothing personal Quinn. I’m just busy, and you know. I do have a reputation for being an asshole.”
I eye him for a long beat. It’s a shit excuse but I can either accept it or continue arguing with him. “I will take your apology. But for the record, I don’t believe you. I have been here for over a month now and everyone I speak to, including the guys you work with on-site say how nice you are,” I tease, a smile on my face as I try to lighten the mood.
His lips curve into a grin. “Is that right? Guess I better change that before people start getting the wrong idea about me. Wouldn’t want you to think I’m singling you out.”
My breath hitches in my throat. Is he flirting? I think he is. Though, I could be wrong. I don’t exactly have the best track record when it comes to men. I smile, my cheeks heating. “Good. You do that.” I’m teasing him and by the small smile curving his lips, he likes it. Suddenly, I feel hot. Lightheaded. I made Davis Pritchard smile. “Right. Okay. Glad we got that cleared up.” I jerk my finger to the office. “I’m going to get to work. Call if you need anything.” I move to the room before he can say more.
Why the hell am I having this sort of reaction to him?
To my boss.
I need to draw lines and not cross them.
Nothing good can come from mixing business and pleasure.
FOUR
DAVIS
Groaning, my head falls into my hands. Quinn has been here for two months now, and things have… escalated. The boundaries I have put in place are getting harder to ignore every day. The lines are blurring at a rapid speed, and I don’t know how to put a stop to it.
I’ve come to know her a bit better after she stormed into my house and handed me my ass. No one has ever stood up to me like that. It was hot. So hot, I had to go back upstairs to my bedroom and rub one out as soon as she had locked herself in my office. I’ve never come so hard in my life as I did to images of my very off-limits... assistant? And then there is the small matter of her being my little sister’s best friend. Said little sister who is right now sat in my kitchen talking to Quinn.
I want to go in there and tell Karissa to leave. It’s don’t know why and it’s completely irrational, but I feel this odd sense of jealousy that Quinn’s attention is on my sister and not me. I hate it.
Which is a problem.
