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Between the orgasm and the words he’d given Nathaniel, he was more than forgiven.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Isla

After dinner was over, we entered the ballroom for dancing. When Quinn didn’t ask me to dance after two songs, I couldn’t help questioning, “Not a big dancer?”

He shook his head. “I’m sure that won’t come as a big surprise.”

“It is.” With a wink, I added, “Considering your rhythm during our lap dance, I imagined you’d be good at it.”

Quinn laughed. “I appreciate the compliment, but I’m not dancing.”

Before I could guilt him into taking me for a turn, we were interrupted by Callum appearing before us. “May I have this dance?” he asked.

When I cut my eyes over to Quinn, his jaw clenched. “Um, maybe?” I replied.

Callum chuckled. “Come on, boyo. It’s only a dance.”

“Fine,” Quinn gritted out.

When Callum offered me his hand, I reluctantly slipped mine into his. As he led me onto the dance floor, I couldn’t help but throw a glance at Quinn over my shoulder. He gave me a tight smile.

After Callum slid his arm around my waist, he remarked, “You look exquisite tonight.”

“Thank you. You and Quinn clean up nice as well. I mean, you always look nice in your suits, but the tuxes are top tier. I bet you didn’t even have to rent those, did you?” Before he could answer, I rambled on. “Quinn got this dress for me. I wished he wouldn’t have spent so much. But he insisted. He even spent a fortune on lingerie for me.” At that admission, I shrieked in horror. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. When I get nervous, I literally can’t stop talking.”

He gave me a reassuring smile. “Do I make you nervous?” When I nodded, he asked, “Is it because you don’t want to piss off Quinn?”

“A little. I think it’s more because of who you are in your organization.”

“We call them clans.”

“I know. It’s just hard for me to say that with the negative connotations here in the states with that word.”

“Ah, yes, those eejits who run around in bed sheets have definitely sullied the word,” he replied with disgust.

“Exactly.”

“You don’t need to fear me, Isla.”

“Somehow I don’t think that’s entirely true.”

He cocked his brows at me. “What makes you say that?”

“I imagine that you didn’t just bring me out here because of your desire to dance.”

Callum eyed me shrewdly. “You are smart.”

“What is it you wanted to say to me?”

“I don’t know you well, Isla, but you could say I’m a pretty good judge of character. It comes with the territory of the work I do. There’s also the fact that my wife likes you very much.”

I smiled. “I like her, too.”

“I trust her assessment of you since she also possesses the ability to judge character.”

“Why do I feel there’s a but coming?”

“You are very perceptive.”

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