Page 27 of Psychopath

Quinn widened his eyes. “Serial killers are your kink?”

“I meant looks-wise.”

The weight of Quinn’s gaze had Cleo backing out of the room.

“Don’t judge me.”

Quinn shot her a smile. “I’m judging and judging hard!”

Cleo smirked, then disappeared down the corridor.

“Oh, am I boring you?”

Quinn finished his yawn, then shook his head. “I’m sorry, it’s been a long week.”

Zane’s eyes crinkled with amusement. “And you’ve saved the best for last.”

“Something like that. I want to talk about relationships.”

“Bit forward, aren’t you?”

“Not us—not between us—” Quinn stopped abruptly and pinched the back of his hand. The sharp pain pulled his focus back, and he looked at Zane.

“Your relationships.”

Zane’s smirk had gone, and instead, he narrowed his eyes. “Don’t do that…”

“What?” Quinn asked.

“Hurt yourself.”

He glanced down at Quinn’s hand.

“It didn’t hurt. It was just to get me focused.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Okay. I won’t do it again. So…relationships?”

“I was twenty-one when I became head of one of my father’s businesses. Naturally, I got a lot of attention from men and women. The press labelled me a player after I was spotted out with Tessa Reed.”

“The Hollywood actress?”

Zane smirked. “Like you don’t know who that is…”

Quinn busied himself with his notes. Of course, he knew who she was, and he even remembered the paparazzi shots of her with Zane, holding his hand as he led her through Camden.

“It was only one date, but she’s got a reputation and just being seen with her gave me one. Just think of it, twenty-one and reading that I was a player in every national newspaper.”

“But that wasn’t the case?”

Zane snorted. “I wasn’t a player until I was labelled as one. I wasn’t a player before the papers wanted me to be.”

Quinn frowned. “You started sleeping with lots of people because the papers claimed you were?”

A slow smile spread across Zane's lips.

“What did your dad think of all your lovers?”

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