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"Then be ready at eight." I withdraw my fingers, which are slick with her arousal.
She begins to protest, but I place my fingers in her mouth. "Taste yourself," I tell her, and she moans in delight as she sucks her desire from my fingers.
"Good girl," I groan, trying to get a handle on myself.
Just a moment later, the door swings open, revealing Greig.
I take my fingers out of her mouth, and she quickly adjusts her panties and skirt, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Greig," she whispers, before hurrying out of the office.
I walk behind my desk and take a seat. "Knock next time," I mutter.
He snorts. "So this is why I got demoted? So you can fuck your hot little assistant?"
I lean back in my chair. "You got demoted because you couldn't handle the job, Greig."
He smirks. "Ah, I see. So this has nothing to do with what just happened here?" He motions around the room to punctuate his point.
"What happens between me and Quinn is none of your concern. Got it?"
Greig just shakes his head. "Just be cautious, Weston. Mixing business and pleasure can lead to trouble. And remember, she won't be here forever."
I simply nod, unapologetic, as Greig exits the room.
11
QUINN
In the dim light of my bathroom, I stand, smoothing down my hair so it falls effortlessly down my back. I don't really curl it tonight, just the natural flow he seems to like so much. I tease my bangs so they frame my face perfectly.
I adjust my short black leather mini skirt and glance down at my black heeled boots — they always give me a bit of an edge. The black spaghetti strap crop top fits just right, and I've topped it all off with a cream-colored jacket to soften the look.
The thought of dinner with Weston is making my heart race, not just from excitement but from worry too. My stomach's doing flips just thinking about someone spotting us together. We already got caught by Greig in his office, which was embarrassing enough. Weston swears Greig won't say anything, but the combination of Marissa knowing too seems overwhelming. That's two people too many who are in on this secret. Jealousy was written all over my face after seeing him with someone else causing Marissa to catch on that our kiss wasn't just some drunken mistake.
I'm still a bit stunned that he pretended to be on a date with Abigail to get me riled up... I should be mad, right? But strangely, I'm not. It shows the lengths he'll go to for my attention. And it makes it crystal clear just how much I'm into him, too.
A knock at the door pulls me out of my rampant thoughts. I can't help the grin that spreads across my face as I sneak one last glance in the mirror. I stride over to the door and open it to reveal the most delicious man ever. Weston's eyes roam all over me, and I do the same to him. He's wearing a black long-sleeve shirt with the top few buttons undone, showing off his chest hair and tattoos.
I have to squeeze my thighs tight to keep the excitement at bay.
"At least we're matching," I tease.
He nods in agreement. "You look amazing, Quinn."
My cheeks start burning, and I'm blushing like I'm some teenager. Any pretense of indifference I had is gone. He looks over my shoulder, eyeing the room. I know it's shabby; he doesn't need to comment.
"This place isn't fit for a queen. I have a spare bed—"
I cut him off with a light laugh. "I'll survive."
He takes my hand softly. "If you say so."
He escorts me to the passenger side of his Bentley truck and helps me in. The interior is all leather, spotlessly clean, and smells downright luxurious. He then gets into the driver's seat, igniting the engine with a smooth start.
As we begin to drive, my nerves bubble up. "What if someone spots us out? I'm nervous about that, Weston."
He turns to me with a confident smile, takes my hand, and gently kisses the back of it. "Don't worry, I've got it all planned out. No prying eyes where we're going."
His words swirl in my head, leaving me more puzzled.Where could he be taking me?Before I can ponder any further, we pull up to our office building. My confusion grows. "West, this is after hours. I don't care about deadlines; I'm not about to work, so if you forgot anything—" I trail off as he simply gets out of the truck and walks around to my side, opening the door with a swift motion.
