Page 120 of Dust to Dust

“Yes.” Waggling her brows, she replied, “If you make Shane put the partition up, I’ll let you have me on the way home.”

“Now that’s a gift,” I mused.

Chapter Thirty: Quinn

After fucking Isla in the SUV, we’d stumbled into her house and collapsed in her bed. The sun was up when I’d woken up to her mouth sucking down my morning wood. We’d fallen back asleep before she had to get up at noon to make it to her afternoon classes.

I’d then gone home and gotten ready for the work day. It was almost six when I’d finally made it to Alainn. When I opened the door to my office, I momentarily recoiled at the sight of Callum sitting at my desk.

“What are you fecking doing?” I demanded.

Callum barked out a laugh. “Hello to you, too, boyo.”

After crossing my arms over my chest, I muttered, “Hello.”

Holding up his hands, Callum rose from behind my desk. “I’m sorry for infringing on your turf. I forgot how prickly you can be about your things.”

“Bullshit.”

As he came around the side of the table to meet me, he clapped my back. “We’ve got a problem.”

“More threats from Mikita’s crew?”

Callum grimaced. “No. This conflict is on our home turf.”

“I don’t like the sound of this.”

“Trust me. You aren’t going to like this.”

After I eased down in my chair, Callum perched on the edge of my desk. “Owen asked for a meeting with me last night. He wanted to bring something to my attention that’s been happening here.”

“Why didn’t he come to me?”

Callum sighed. “He said you were too close to the issue.”

I furrowed my brows at him. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“As you know, Owen accompanies Caterina with her mission work here.”

“Yes, I’ve seen him.”

“Last night, he noticed Kellan escorting one of the dancers to the private rooms.”

My jaw unhinged at the comment. “Fuck me. I didn’t think he’d ever partaken in any of the dancers. Ever.”

“This is the first time.”

“Considering he’s of age and overdue a little sexual gratification, what’s the problem?”

“It seems he only has eyes for one dancer.”

I shrugged. “So, he has a preference for a particular pussy.”

“This ‘particular pussy’, as you call it, is raking in three times what normal dancers do.”

With a chuckle, I replied, “Who would’ve thought Mr. Tight Ass would be blowing his wad in more ways than one?”

Callum rolled his eyes. “That’s not the point.”

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