never succeeded.”
Which wasn’t far from the truth. She wanted to cleanup for Quinn. Now that they were going out, she wanted to look attractive.
“You look beautiful.” Quinn kissed her. “I love your new hair.”
“Thank you. I’ve never had my hair this short, but I kind of like it.”
“It suits you.”
Trent gave her a thumbs up and John nodded appreciatively.
They had an early dinner since everybody skipped lunch. John cooked more steaks on the grill. The Alexander’s sure loved their red meat. During dinner, Quinn rarely took his eyes off her, and she was aware of it every second.
Today, her body responded in a different way. She became more acutely aware of her surroundings. More aware of his presence. Quinn. The memory of yesterday replayed, searing her mind.
Vanessa used the opportunity to go to the second floor and slip into the bathroom. Despite the chilly January afternoon, she was burning up. What the hell is wrong with me? She pulled off her cardigan and splashed her face with cold water from the faucet. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. A strange face stared back. Flushed skin. Wide-eyed. Red lips. A wanton version of her she almost didn’t recognize. A sex goddess.
This is crazy , she thought to herself. One night with Quinn and I’m addicted to him.
Her sense of smell somehow became sharper. And Quinn’s scent was wickedly irresistible. Pure male at his prime. Oozing with raw sexual power. She closed her eyes, slowly taking in deep breaths.
Quinn. Musk and sandalwood. Spicy. Cinnamon and a hint cloves.
She sniffed the air. It was thick with his fragrance; she could almost taste it. Vanessa opened her eyes and the woman in the mirror gazed back. Smiling. Almost indulgently. She ran a hand over her chest. Her heart beat fast. Her breasts felt heavy. Her pussy lips were swollen and her panties dampened with her juice. Her clit buzzed with light thrums. Aching.
How am I going to face him now?
Crap. How am I going to face him at work if all he needed was to hit me with that come hither smile and I get instantaneously horny?
She winced and shook her head. Crazy, crazy, crazy!
This has to stop. I need to get myself together. Maybe what I need now is a cold shower.
Hurriedly, she reached into the shower and turned the water on. She was about to unsnap the button on her jeans when someone knocked on the door.
Quinn.
“Are you all right in there?”
For seconds, she froze like a deer caught in the headlights. Maybe if she ignored him, he would go away. Bugging people in the bathroom was quite rude. Hadn’t his mom taught him some manners?
“Vanessa, I know you’re in there.”
His voice was muffled by the door, but there was a sharp edge in his tone. Like a predator that had cornered its prey. The inner mouse in her squeaked with fright.
“Open the damn door, Vanessa. Or I swear to God, I’ll break it down.”
Oh, for the fuck’s sake.
She quickly opened the door and planned to take a little peek, but Quinn barreled in so fast, he almost knocked her down. Suddenly, the bathroom became cramped with his presence. He cut his gaze at her. He was too big. Too male. And too damn irresistible.
His scent filled her lungs. Redolently. Like an aphrodisiac.
She gulped hard.
She fought the urge to jump his bones. Tear his clothes off, prop him on the toilet and ride him hard like a cowboy on a stallion.
“What do you want, Quinn?” she forced her voice out. “Can’t a girl use a bathroom in peace?”
Quinn ignored her snark.
Instead, he locked the bathroom door and looked down and smiled at her like a sugar addict suddenly presented with an unexpected cupcake.
“I knew it,” he growled. “You’re in heat.”
“What do you mean, I’m in heat?”
“Hmm.” Quinn’s gaze roamed about her person. Nothing escaped his scrutiny. He bent forward until their eyes were at the same level. He sniffed around her neck. “You’re aroused. Your sense of smell is
Which wasn’t far from the truth. She wanted to cleanup for Quinn. Now that they were going out, she wanted to look attractive.
“You look beautiful.” Quinn kissed her. “I love your new hair.”
“Thank you. I’ve never had my hair this short, but I kind of like it.”
“It suits you.”
Trent gave her a thumbs up and John nodded appreciatively.
They had an early dinner since everybody skipped lunch. John cooked more steaks on the grill. The Alexander’s sure loved their red meat. During dinner, Quinn rarely took his eyes off her, and she was aware of it every second.
Today, her body responded in a different way. She became more acutely aware of her surroundings. More aware of his presence. Quinn. The memory of yesterday replayed, searing her mind.
Vanessa used the opportunity to go to the second floor and slip into the bathroom. Despite the chilly January afternoon, she was burning up. What the hell is wrong with me? She pulled off her cardigan and splashed her face with cold water from the faucet. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. A strange face stared back. Flushed skin. Wide-eyed. Red lips. A wanton version of her she almost didn’t recognize. A sex goddess.
This is crazy , she thought to herself. One night with Quinn and I’m addicted to him.
Her sense of smell somehow became sharper. And Quinn’s scent was wickedly irresistible. Pure male at his prime. Oozing with raw sexual power. She closed her eyes, slowly taking in deep breaths.
Quinn. Musk and sandalwood. Spicy. Cinnamon and a hint cloves.
She sniffed the air. It was thick with his fragrance; she could almost taste it. Vanessa opened her eyes and the woman in the mirror gazed back. Smiling. Almost indulgently. She ran a hand over her chest. Her heart beat fast. Her breasts felt heavy. Her pussy lips were swollen and her panties dampened with her juice. Her clit buzzed with light thrums. Aching.
How am I going to face him now?
Crap. How am I going to face him at work if all he needed was to hit me with that come hither smile and I get instantaneously horny?
She winced and shook her head. Crazy, crazy, crazy!
This has to stop. I need to get myself together. Maybe what I need now is a cold shower.
Hurriedly, she reached into the shower and turned the water on. She was about to unsnap the button on her jeans when someone knocked on the door.
Quinn.
“Are you all right in there?”
For seconds, she froze like a deer caught in the headlights. Maybe if she ignored him, he would go away. Bugging people in the bathroom was quite rude. Hadn’t his mom taught him some manners?
“Vanessa, I know you’re in there.”
His voice was muffled by the door, but there was a sharp edge in his tone. Like a predator that had cornered its prey. The inner mouse in her squeaked with fright.
“Open the damn door, Vanessa. Or I swear to God, I’ll break it down.”
Oh, for the fuck’s sake.
She quickly opened the door and planned to take a little peek, but Quinn barreled in so fast, he almost knocked her down. Suddenly, the bathroom became cramped with his presence. He cut his gaze at her. He was too big. Too male. And too damn irresistible.
His scent filled her lungs. Redolently. Like an aphrodisiac.
She gulped hard.
She fought the urge to jump his bones. Tear his clothes off, prop him on the toilet and ride him hard like a cowboy on a stallion.
“What do you want, Quinn?” she forced her voice out. “Can’t a girl use a bathroom in peace?”
Quinn ignored her snark.
Instead, he locked the bathroom door and looked down and smiled at her like a sugar addict suddenly presented with an unexpected cupcake.
“I knew it,” he growled. “You’re in heat.”
“What do you mean, I’m in heat?”
“Hmm.” Quinn’s gaze roamed about her person. Nothing escaped his scrutiny. He bent forward until their eyes were at the same level. He sniffed around her neck. “You’re aroused. Your sense of smell is
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