preferred it that way, kept him at the top of his game. No distractions.
The vibrating cell in his pocket interrupted his thoughts. He slowed down to peek at the display and saw a text message waiting for him from Nia.
What was this feeling of joy rushing through him?
Quin groaned as he hit the button to retrieve the text. Five words fuelled his fever, Hope you enjoyed the pie.
“ Querido Dios. ”
Distractions be damned.
He had to have Nia Sanders again.
Nia woke the next morning feeling tender aches all over her body. She yawned as she stretched, still tired. Her dreams had kept her tossing and turning all night long, hot, naughty dreams involving Quin. Had he thought of her last night? His three word response to her text had made sure she would think of nothing else, but him.
Tastes like more …
He had to know his ambiguous message would evoke images of him between her legs, tasting and licking her slick wet folds with his devilish tongue. She shivered beneath her warm sheets, wishing he were there with her right now to put out the slow burn of desire building within her. She wanted more. More of him.
At least work would provide the distraction needed to get him off her mind. She skipped breakfast after showering and dressing and headed to work. If everything went smoothly today, Fletcher’s would reopen tomorrow. Sales would need to be phenomenal to recoup their losses due to the robbery and Donovan wanted the store to open earlier and close an hour later to ensure just that.
It’s going to be a long day , Nia thought as she walked into the store, surprised to see the glass showcases replaced and the bloodstained carpet gone. It almost looked like no robbery had taken place until she gazed upon the office door still riddled with bullet holes. She stared at the mottled wood, a physical reminder of how close she’d come to being killed and how Quin had saved her life.
“Don’t worry that’s going to be fixed this afternoon.”
She jumped, turning to face the storeowner. “That’s good news.”
Donovan nodded his gaze moving around the showroom. “I’ve got even better news…we’ve got the go ahead to reopen tomorrow.”
“Terrific! There’s still hope to meet our sales goal.”
“I’m not worried. If we fall short, we’ll have a storewide sale that’ll bring people in. You should know, I’ve sent over one of our security guards from the Schaumburg store and I want you to hire a new one as soon as possible.”
“What about Roger?” She hated the thought of her old friend losing his job on top of everything else.
“When he’s ready to come back, his job will be here. Roger has been a loyal employee.” Donovan sighed. “I hope the feds catch these bastards, but I intend to take every security precaution I can for Fletcher stores in the future.” He stuffed his hand into his suit pocket, took out a gleaming gold pocket watch and flicked it open. “Now,” he looked up at her. “I’m taking off. I know you can handle anything else that may come up.”
Nia nodded. “Of course, enjoy the holiday with your family.”
“Will do and you do the same.”
She was glad to see him go even though they had a good working relationship. He trusted her to do her job and she appreciated the latitude she had to run the store as she saw fit. The store telephone rang and she raced towards the back office to answer the call.
She was greeted by a frazzled customer concerned about a special diamond ring to be delivered to the store tomorrow. After reassuring the man Fletcher’s would indeed be open, she hung up and spent the rest of the morning catching up on paperwork and other tasks while trying not to think about Quin.
The contractor came around noon filling the showroom with the noise of power tools and hammering, as she took care of last minute details in preparation for tomorrow. She showed Owen, the new security guard, around the store. He didn’t have Roger’s warm personality, but he
The vibrating cell in his pocket interrupted his thoughts. He slowed down to peek at the display and saw a text message waiting for him from Nia.
What was this feeling of joy rushing through him?
Quin groaned as he hit the button to retrieve the text. Five words fuelled his fever, Hope you enjoyed the pie.
“ Querido Dios. ”
Distractions be damned.
He had to have Nia Sanders again.
Nia woke the next morning feeling tender aches all over her body. She yawned as she stretched, still tired. Her dreams had kept her tossing and turning all night long, hot, naughty dreams involving Quin. Had he thought of her last night? His three word response to her text had made sure she would think of nothing else, but him.
Tastes like more …
He had to know his ambiguous message would evoke images of him between her legs, tasting and licking her slick wet folds with his devilish tongue. She shivered beneath her warm sheets, wishing he were there with her right now to put out the slow burn of desire building within her. She wanted more. More of him.
At least work would provide the distraction needed to get him off her mind. She skipped breakfast after showering and dressing and headed to work. If everything went smoothly today, Fletcher’s would reopen tomorrow. Sales would need to be phenomenal to recoup their losses due to the robbery and Donovan wanted the store to open earlier and close an hour later to ensure just that.
It’s going to be a long day , Nia thought as she walked into the store, surprised to see the glass showcases replaced and the bloodstained carpet gone. It almost looked like no robbery had taken place until she gazed upon the office door still riddled with bullet holes. She stared at the mottled wood, a physical reminder of how close she’d come to being killed and how Quin had saved her life.
“Don’t worry that’s going to be fixed this afternoon.”
She jumped, turning to face the storeowner. “That’s good news.”
Donovan nodded his gaze moving around the showroom. “I’ve got even better news…we’ve got the go ahead to reopen tomorrow.”
“Terrific! There’s still hope to meet our sales goal.”
“I’m not worried. If we fall short, we’ll have a storewide sale that’ll bring people in. You should know, I’ve sent over one of our security guards from the Schaumburg store and I want you to hire a new one as soon as possible.”
“What about Roger?” She hated the thought of her old friend losing his job on top of everything else.
“When he’s ready to come back, his job will be here. Roger has been a loyal employee.” Donovan sighed. “I hope the feds catch these bastards, but I intend to take every security precaution I can for Fletcher stores in the future.” He stuffed his hand into his suit pocket, took out a gleaming gold pocket watch and flicked it open. “Now,” he looked up at her. “I’m taking off. I know you can handle anything else that may come up.”
Nia nodded. “Of course, enjoy the holiday with your family.”
“Will do and you do the same.”
She was glad to see him go even though they had a good working relationship. He trusted her to do her job and she appreciated the latitude she had to run the store as she saw fit. The store telephone rang and she raced towards the back office to answer the call.
She was greeted by a frazzled customer concerned about a special diamond ring to be delivered to the store tomorrow. After reassuring the man Fletcher’s would indeed be open, she hung up and spent the rest of the morning catching up on paperwork and other tasks while trying not to think about Quin.
The contractor came around noon filling the showroom with the noise of power tools and hammering, as she took care of last minute details in preparation for tomorrow. She showed Owen, the new security guard, around the store. He didn’t have Roger’s warm personality, but he
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