Page 5 of Quinn
I close my eyes in exasperation. Tyler would lose his head if it weren't attached to his body. It seems like nearly every other day. I'm bailing him out of something. I've lost count of the amount of IOUs he owes me.
“Yes, I saved a copy on my computer,” I sigh. “I’ll email it to you before the meeting.”
He holds his fists up in triumph. “I knew I could count on you.”
I get to my desk, but I notice that Quinn’s desk on the other side of the half-wall partition is empty. She’s probably already in the conference room. If I’m quick, I might just get a chance to sit next to her. I power up my computer and send Tyler the slide show presentation.
Most of the seats are taken by the time I get in there. The best I can do is take one of the empty seats across from her.
“This seat is open,” Claudia pats the empty seat next to her. “I saved it just for you.”
I catch Quinn glance over at Claudia and then to me. But when she sees me looking at her, she looks away quickly. I’m starting to think what I thought was indifference might be shyness. So often, Quinn keeps to herself, and I keep looking for an opening with her. A moment for her to let her guard down, and I can get closer to her.
I reluctantly sit down in the empty seat next to Claudia. I don't miss how she scoots her chair closer to mine, but I ignore her. She's made it clear that she would be very open to the idea if I were interested in pursuing something with her.
The meeting begins, and I have a hard time focusing on what anyone is saying because my full attention is on Quinn—it usually is when I’m around her. I watch the way she gets a tiny crease between her brows when she hears something she doesn't like. My dick twitches when she bites down on the cap of her pen, and her tongue pushes out slightly to wet the tip. I pull my chair closer to the table to hide my body’s reaction to her. The soft curves of her breast pressed together when she leans forward on the table.
“Any suggestions on how we can run the conversion without disrupting the system’s data?” Mason, our boss, asks.
“I think we could—" Quinn starts to say, but Claudia cuts her off.
"If we are to run the conversion after the backup, we wouldn't have to worry about losing anything in the process."
Mason points to Claudia. “Good thinking. Can you take point working with Declan from IT to make that happen?”
“Sure,” Claudia smiles smugly at Quinn. “Maybe Evan can work with me.” Her hand reaches under the table on my leg and move so quickly out of her reach that I run into Tyler on my other side.
QUINN
It's bad enough that Claudia likes to talk over me at every opportunity in meetings like this, but now she is trying to flaunt her attention on Evan. I swear she’s only interested in him because she heard me talking to Jess on the phone about my feelings for him. In an office setting like this, I hate how so often women like Claudia work harder to tear down the other women on the team. It's like she thinks that there can only be one successful woman on a team. It's moments like this that make me believe that corporate work isn't for me, but I'm not sure what I'd do if I didn't have this job.
I try to think about what Gabriella would do in this situation? Even just thinking out her sparks excitement in getting back to my desk and putting in my earbuds to keep listening to the audiobook. She and Sebastian are about to take out his yacht, and if Courtney's comments last night about this scene are correct, I'm going to be able to push Claudia out of my mind until five o'clock.
I sit down at my desk and grab my earbuds from my bag and slip them in. The seductively husky sound of the narrator begins.
“When Sebastian spoke of his yacht, he called it his “weekend toy.” I couldn’t have imagined ever meeting anyone that called a hundred-and-thirty-five-foot sport yacht a toy.”
The narrator continued describing the elegance of the yacht and open ocean when they set out as I worked on running my weekly reports.
I lost myself in the story as I listened to Sebastian and Gabriella have some alone time in the rear of the yacht under the stars.
“Sebastian’s hand glided down my neck over my breast, squeezing the soft flesh beneath the thin fabric of my halter dress. My nipples pebble from his touch, and I arch my back, needing some relief. It's like a fire is consuming me from the inside out, and only he can ease the burn.”
I shift in my desk chair, trying not to get worked up by the words being whispered in my ears. I pick up the notepad I was taking notes on and fan myself a few times.
“‘Tell me what you want,’ Sebastian purrs, his lips scorching a fiery trail between my breasts. His fingers tug on the fabric, baring me to the heavens above us. I cry out when his mouth latches onto the pebbled peak of my bare breast, licking and nipping.” The narrator continues, but her voice wavers a bit.
I look down at my phone and see the red outline of an empty battery icon. I remember all at once that I forgot to charge my earbuds when I got in this morning because of the early meeting.
I don't have time to react before the voice in my ears disappear, and I can only hear it faintly.
“I know what Sebastian is looking for. He wants words as much as he wants my body. I’m more than willing to give him both.”
I scramble to grab my phone, realizing all at once that when the battery in my earbuds gave out, the phone didn’t stop playing the story. The narrator’s voice continues to read out loud so all the cubicles surrounding me can hear.
“I want your hot, throbbing cock inside me. Claim me as your own, Sebastian.”
I fumble with the buttons on the side of my phone but end up turning up the volume a bit more.
