would be a welcome distraction.
Quinn wished for a distraction and several hours later she was upset that it had been granted. She wasn’t sure what to do first. Answer the very shrill, very persistent phone, help the intimidating fighter that was standing in front of her desk, or use the bathroom, which she hadn’t done since she got to work and she was two bottled waters and a cup of coffee into the day.
“If I could just talk to Mack, he’ll know where I need to go,” the pushy young man in an unzipped red hoodie said for the third time.
“I know.” Quinn held up one finger. “Let me just get this call.”
Frazzled, she snatched up the receiver. “Sanctum MMA, this is Quinn, can I help you?”
“Hi, this is Brandi. I need Dane, please.”
“I’ll transfer you.” Quinn rolled her eyes sky high before pushing a button, sending the caller directly into Dane’s voicemail. Two weeks at the front desk and she was fast becoming tired of being used as Dane’s personal slut secretary. Several times a week a different woman with a ridiculous name called and asked for him. Quinn used to try and track him down, but after a week of that bullshit, she started sending the girls directly into his voicemail.
“Sorry.” Quinn focused her attention on the young man. “What did you need again?” She swiped a stray lock of hair back behind her ear.
The tall blonde man smiled, flashing a flawless set of white teeth and two adorable dimples. “Mack. He’s waiting for me. He just took me on as a fighter. He set me up to train with a Muay Thai expert.”
Quinn couldn’t tear her eyes away from the man’s sculpted chest, which was right at eye level from her chair behind the desk. “Ummmm, sorry.” She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. “Who did you say you were?”
“Chase Hadley.” He further undermined Quinn’s ability to think rationally by removing his sweatshirt, revealing a very tight white tank top underneath, which showcased what could only be called a perfectly sculpted, museum quality torso. Somehow, she felt he was doing it on purpose.
“Right, sorry. I’ll just, ummmm, get Mack. Okay.”
Her fumbling made Chase’s eyes light up and his smile broaden. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.”
Chase leaned his elbows on Quinn’s desk, putting his face about a foot away from hers. She tried to huff her disapproval at being called cute, but it came out more as a squeak. “I’m not nervous.”
Quinn shoved her hands under her desk to wipe her damp palms on her jeans. Before Chase could call her out on her lie, the inner door opened and Rick stepped into the lobby. Quinn watched as his brilliant eyes flicked from her to Chase and back. A small furrow formed between his brows and his mouth turned down at the corners.
Okay, now? Rick looks scary.
Rick strode right up into Chase’s personal space, forcing the younger man to back away from Quinn so he could greet Rick.
“Hey man, I’m Chase. Are you the Muay Thai expert?”
She noticed that Rick grudgingly accepted Chase’s outstretched hand. He snapped at the young man as he answered. “Yeah, that’s me, kid .” Quinn flinched at Rick’s harsh tone. She’d never heard Rick be anything but polite.
Realizing that she no longer needed to be part of this conversation, Quinn decided she could sneak away for a bathroom break. Plus, there was way too much testosterone in the lobby and she didn’t want to be in the middle of it.
Quinn pushed back from her desk, circling around it to reach the locked inner door. Rick and Chase’s position in front of her desk forced her to walk past them, her arm brushing against Rick’s as she went. The contact made her gasp, causing both men to stare at her strangely.
Quinn tilted her head up to apologize and found Rick glaring at her with cold, harsh eyes. It was such a frightening stare that Quinn forgot what she had been about to say. Her mouth went dry and her skin broke out in prickly
Quinn wished for a distraction and several hours later she was upset that it had been granted. She wasn’t sure what to do first. Answer the very shrill, very persistent phone, help the intimidating fighter that was standing in front of her desk, or use the bathroom, which she hadn’t done since she got to work and she was two bottled waters and a cup of coffee into the day.
“If I could just talk to Mack, he’ll know where I need to go,” the pushy young man in an unzipped red hoodie said for the third time.
“I know.” Quinn held up one finger. “Let me just get this call.”
Frazzled, she snatched up the receiver. “Sanctum MMA, this is Quinn, can I help you?”
“Hi, this is Brandi. I need Dane, please.”
“I’ll transfer you.” Quinn rolled her eyes sky high before pushing a button, sending the caller directly into Dane’s voicemail. Two weeks at the front desk and she was fast becoming tired of being used as Dane’s personal slut secretary. Several times a week a different woman with a ridiculous name called and asked for him. Quinn used to try and track him down, but after a week of that bullshit, she started sending the girls directly into his voicemail.
“Sorry.” Quinn focused her attention on the young man. “What did you need again?” She swiped a stray lock of hair back behind her ear.
The tall blonde man smiled, flashing a flawless set of white teeth and two adorable dimples. “Mack. He’s waiting for me. He just took me on as a fighter. He set me up to train with a Muay Thai expert.”
Quinn couldn’t tear her eyes away from the man’s sculpted chest, which was right at eye level from her chair behind the desk. “Ummmm, sorry.” She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. “Who did you say you were?”
“Chase Hadley.” He further undermined Quinn’s ability to think rationally by removing his sweatshirt, revealing a very tight white tank top underneath, which showcased what could only be called a perfectly sculpted, museum quality torso. Somehow, she felt he was doing it on purpose.
“Right, sorry. I’ll just, ummmm, get Mack. Okay.”
Her fumbling made Chase’s eyes light up and his smile broaden. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.”
Chase leaned his elbows on Quinn’s desk, putting his face about a foot away from hers. She tried to huff her disapproval at being called cute, but it came out more as a squeak. “I’m not nervous.”
Quinn shoved her hands under her desk to wipe her damp palms on her jeans. Before Chase could call her out on her lie, the inner door opened and Rick stepped into the lobby. Quinn watched as his brilliant eyes flicked from her to Chase and back. A small furrow formed between his brows and his mouth turned down at the corners.
Okay, now? Rick looks scary.
Rick strode right up into Chase’s personal space, forcing the younger man to back away from Quinn so he could greet Rick.
“Hey man, I’m Chase. Are you the Muay Thai expert?”
She noticed that Rick grudgingly accepted Chase’s outstretched hand. He snapped at the young man as he answered. “Yeah, that’s me, kid .” Quinn flinched at Rick’s harsh tone. She’d never heard Rick be anything but polite.
Realizing that she no longer needed to be part of this conversation, Quinn decided she could sneak away for a bathroom break. Plus, there was way too much testosterone in the lobby and she didn’t want to be in the middle of it.
Quinn pushed back from her desk, circling around it to reach the locked inner door. Rick and Chase’s position in front of her desk forced her to walk past them, her arm brushing against Rick’s as she went. The contact made her gasp, causing both men to stare at her strangely.
Quinn tilted her head up to apologize and found Rick glaring at her with cold, harsh eyes. It was such a frightening stare that Quinn forgot what she had been about to say. Her mouth went dry and her skin broke out in prickly
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