Sunset Rivalry: The Caliendo Resort (By The Lake: The Caliendo Resort Book 2) by Shannyn Leah

his father had also put a rift between Grayson and his brother . He kept it all to himself to protect her.
    “Well, aren’t you the saint.” He was sure she meant for it to come out angrier than it did.  
    He grinned at her. “I wouldn’t go that far−”
    “I wasn’t. What are you even doing here? Get out of my suite.” 
    “We aren’t finished talking.” 
    He would rather talk about how he felt about her than finding the files, but that wasn’t an option right now. The sad part was that it would never be an option. Their parents had made it impossible for them to be together, even if she didn’t see that was what kept them apart.
    She groaned.
    “I would slap you again if it didn’t hurt me so much,” she snarled and walked past him into the kitchen.
    Quinn turned on his heels and watched her move around the kitchen pouring a glass of water.
    He wondered if she ate supper that evening. He knew it was almost three in the morning, but she looked like she skipped more meals than she ate nowadays. 
    She downed the liquid in the glass, set it on the counter with a loud thump and was in front of him again. 
    “Give me the key,” she demanded, holding her hand out. 
    “Why? So you can get the file now and leave before morning?” 
    That wasn’t happening.
    “I’m certainly not telling you my plan. You have an uncontrollable blabber mouth.” 
    He crossed his arms across his chest and took a deep breath. “I will make a deal with you.” 
    “We all know how well you can be trusted.” 
    “We both still want our file−”
    Anya took a step toward him cutting him off again. “I’m not helping you get your file. You went behind my back like the lying, selfish jerk you’ve always been. You want your file? Get it yourself.” 
    “You want the key? Go get one yourself.”
    He could find another way into that office and re-search it now that Anya had clarified that the files were somewhere in that office. If Anya had to resort in asking her family for help, then they might be able to do more than give her the file. 
    Quinn thought the cherry red coloring rising up her neck and across her cheeks might cause a replay of another slap across his face.
    He was okay with that. He could handle a little stinging slap from this woman. Truthfully, he deserved it.
    What he hadn’t expected was for her to attack him. She was full of surprises.
    “Give me the key card!”
    Like a tiny, quick mouse, her fingers were everywhere in a matter of seconds. In his jacket pockets, unzipping his jacket while digging into his slacks pockets...everywhere.
    Quinn caught one hand only to find the next hand touching him somewhere else. And she was wiggly. From front to side, then back, she moved at the speed of lightning, grumbling angrily to herself about him like he wasn’t present and she wasn’t touching him all over like a crazy woman. 
    “Anya!”
    He caught her wrist to stop her, but she didn’t stop. They could play this game forever. She wouldn’t find it. He wasn’t an amateur. 
    Tired of this wrestling match−tired in general−he caught both her wrists and spun her around, pulling her backside against his front and trapping his arms around her front.
    He hated how frail she felt beneath him. Hated she didn’t know she was frail and hated more that he’d let himself believe she was okay. 
    She objected, trying to wiggle and yank her body free. Frail but feisty.
    Quinn had her immobile and her stirring did no more than make his body fully aware of her hips driving against his waist, her derriere taunting his man-hood and her round, plump breasts rubbing against his arms.
    Finally, Anya stopped and he felt her body sigh in defeat. His body sighed too, but the relief was for entirely different reasons. 
    Quinn grazed the side of her face taking in her sweet scent and feeling the pressure of her chest rising and falling with each breath. He pressed his cheek against her soft skin and whispered, “I