Well, let’s see, you’re beautiful, both inside and out. You’re reasonably smart. I thought you were smarter until you started saying crap like you just were. Then you’re sexy.” Quinn snorted at her. “And you have the manners of a trucker. Will you look at yourself? You’re probably too good for him.”
Quinn giggled, which is what she was sure Alyssa meant for her to do. “I hate him most of the time.”
“And the rest of the time,” Alyssa asked with a laugh. “Don’t answer that. Quinn, you’re an adult he’s an adult. If either of you or both of you want to have monkey sex on your desk, I say go for it. Cain and I certainly do it often enough.”
Quinn looked at her. “So did not want to hear that. The thought of my brother…well, let’s just say that I can think of millions upon millions of things I’d like better than to think of sex and Cain.”
A knock at the door had them both turn to it. Drew walked in and looked at her. Quinn blushed at the way he just stared at her and all she could think about was sex on her desk. Lots of sex on her desk with him. She blushed again. Damn, she wanted to kill Alyssa for putting that thought in her head.
Quinn’s phone twittered, signaling she had a text. Excusing herself, she went to see what her department wanted now. She probably could have taken it there, but needed to get out for a few minutes.
~Chapter 7~
Shannon sat in the lobby, looked around, and didn’t see a clock. She glanced at her watch again and decided that her daughter was the rudest woman she’d ever known. She had to know that her mother was down here waiting and was being facetious about it.
So what if she didn’t have an appointment? Not that anyone would let her make one anyway. This was as far as she ever got when she came to this building to see her—the lobby. Trying to look as bored as possible when she wanted to stand and scream, Shannon thought about what Guinevere suggested at the restaurant this morning.
She didn’t agree with the woman. Only an insane person would believe that kidnapping their children and demanding ransom was going to work. But some of what she’d said of the other plan had made sense.
Suing her, demanding that Alyssa pay her for pain and suffering had its merits. And Shannon had suffered, she thought. She had gone from an endless supply of money to being reduced to begging for table scraps to get by. She didn’t have her driver and her car, there were no more trips to the spa when she needed them, and forget the luncheons she would host for all her friends. All that was a thing of the past, but not anymore.
And then there were no credit cards, no cash in her pocketbook. Not that she ever used cash, but knowing it was there was the point. Her hair wasn’t done by a stylist anymore that came to her house, but one that she had to go to. And she was still wearing last year’s castoffs, or they would be as soon as she could buy this year’s style.
Shannon looked at her watch again. She’d been here for three hours now and she would wait her out if it killed her. She wanted to stick her tongue out at the people at the security desk, but she didn’t dare. She was afraid they’d toss her out again like they had every other time she’d come here.
She thought about her son Nathan. He was adjusting to this forced life style, she supposed. He was in a rehab center that specialized in his type of sickness. Shannon refused to think of it as an addiction. He was just going through some issues and would soon be up on his feet. That was another thing that Alyssa had taken from her. Nathan wasn’t in the posh place he’d been before, but one that actually followed the rules. She hadn’t seen her son in over three months. And when she’d gone there demanding to see her baby, they’d called the police. She wasn’t even sure when he was going to be released.
And if she thought Nathan was living with her and Samuel then she had another thought
Quinn giggled, which is what she was sure Alyssa meant for her to do. “I hate him most of the time.”
“And the rest of the time,” Alyssa asked with a laugh. “Don’t answer that. Quinn, you’re an adult he’s an adult. If either of you or both of you want to have monkey sex on your desk, I say go for it. Cain and I certainly do it often enough.”
Quinn looked at her. “So did not want to hear that. The thought of my brother…well, let’s just say that I can think of millions upon millions of things I’d like better than to think of sex and Cain.”
A knock at the door had them both turn to it. Drew walked in and looked at her. Quinn blushed at the way he just stared at her and all she could think about was sex on her desk. Lots of sex on her desk with him. She blushed again. Damn, she wanted to kill Alyssa for putting that thought in her head.
Quinn’s phone twittered, signaling she had a text. Excusing herself, she went to see what her department wanted now. She probably could have taken it there, but needed to get out for a few minutes.
~Chapter 7~
Shannon sat in the lobby, looked around, and didn’t see a clock. She glanced at her watch again and decided that her daughter was the rudest woman she’d ever known. She had to know that her mother was down here waiting and was being facetious about it.
So what if she didn’t have an appointment? Not that anyone would let her make one anyway. This was as far as she ever got when she came to this building to see her—the lobby. Trying to look as bored as possible when she wanted to stand and scream, Shannon thought about what Guinevere suggested at the restaurant this morning.
She didn’t agree with the woman. Only an insane person would believe that kidnapping their children and demanding ransom was going to work. But some of what she’d said of the other plan had made sense.
Suing her, demanding that Alyssa pay her for pain and suffering had its merits. And Shannon had suffered, she thought. She had gone from an endless supply of money to being reduced to begging for table scraps to get by. She didn’t have her driver and her car, there were no more trips to the spa when she needed them, and forget the luncheons she would host for all her friends. All that was a thing of the past, but not anymore.
And then there were no credit cards, no cash in her pocketbook. Not that she ever used cash, but knowing it was there was the point. Her hair wasn’t done by a stylist anymore that came to her house, but one that she had to go to. And she was still wearing last year’s castoffs, or they would be as soon as she could buy this year’s style.
Shannon looked at her watch again. She’d been here for three hours now and she would wait her out if it killed her. She wanted to stick her tongue out at the people at the security desk, but she didn’t dare. She was afraid they’d toss her out again like they had every other time she’d come here.
She thought about her son Nathan. He was adjusting to this forced life style, she supposed. He was in a rehab center that specialized in his type of sickness. Shannon refused to think of it as an addiction. He was just going through some issues and would soon be up on his feet. That was another thing that Alyssa had taken from her. Nathan wasn’t in the posh place he’d been before, but one that actually followed the rules. She hadn’t seen her son in over three months. And when she’d gone there demanding to see her baby, they’d called the police. She wasn’t even sure when he was going to be released.
And if she thought Nathan was living with her and Samuel then she had another thought
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