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

will come back tomorrow when you’ve calmed down and we will talk about getting the files together like we discussed. Nothing changed because your mother knows you are on the premises. You still need the file and I still need my file. We need each other to get the files.” He was glad when she didn’t argue, but when she said nothing he asked, “Agreed?” 
    Anya’s heavy panting began to slow. “Does it matter if I agree?”
    He supposed it didn’t.
    Quinn let her go, but she didn’t move. Her body pressed up against his as firm as when his arms had been wrapped around her. 
    What was she doing? Why was she debating?
    Why was he not stepping back to break the contact?
    They didn’t need to produce more confusion to their already chaotic situation. This family was a perplexing mountain of mystification. Nothing was ever easy...for any of them. In the short time he’d worked for Robert he’d witnessed a lot of pain pass between this family. Obstacles most people didn’t have to attend to...unless you were on the other end of Roberts’s wrath. 
    Anya turned to look at Quinn and he saw the bewilderment in those big blue eyes.
    She’d put distance between them, but not much.
    Quinn found himself staring past the uncertainty and found desire burning in her eyes. It chased away her fight...and his.
    What was it about this woman that made her so hard to resist?
    Yes, at first he’d used her as his access tool to Robert’s files−he wasn’t proud of it−but he’d been desperate after a year of coming up empty-handed in search of the file. He’d thought it wouldn’t matter if he used a Caliendo after the heartache that family had put Quinn’s family through.
    It hadn’t taken long before Quinn identified that Anya wasn’t the privileged and spoiled daughter filled with the same conceit as her father, as Quinn had originally pegged her. It was ironic since Robert hired him to read people and he couldn’t even read the man’s own daughter.
    He’d convinced himself that once he had the access he’d needed from her, he would walk away and not hurt her. Quinn had tried to walk away from her. He’d tried to set boundaries to divide his goal and his heart. But he’d been drawn to Anya then like he was now, in a way that kept him with her until the truth about him was revealed...breaking the very woman he vowed not to.
    “Quinn?” The question in her whisper emptied his thoughts and, like two years ago, it was just them. Only the two of them. That’s how he’d always felt with her and why it had been so difficult to leave her. He could have been having the crappiest day with a ton of remorse that his pursuits didn’t ease, but when Anya smiled at him, it had all been lost.
    Quinn didn’t answer now. Only because he felt her hands gently touch the front of his jacket, sending jolts of electricity through the material and into his blood that coursed its way through his entire body. Her touch was hot and it wasn’t even skin-on-skin...yet.
    Anya stepped forward, filling in the empty space between them and sending him a look of sheer desire.
    Quinn should have stepped away instead of allowing his hand to wrap around her waist. But he was lost in the world they’d always created and this time he didn’t notice how small she felt under his touch, just that he never wanted to let go of her again.
    Anya’s hands moved up his front and stopped at his face. Her warm fingers touched his unshaven cheeks and he watched her eyes follow the trail across the scar underneath. When her hands cupped under his ears, her eyes found his again. 
    Quinn didn’t know who made the first move next, but their lips crashed together, roughly, making up for lost years.
    She was delicious, like a warm summer breeze, and soft like the sandy beach beneath your bare toes.
    His jacket hit the floor.
    He tore hers from her body considering where to take her. The dining room table was right behind him and the couch was across the