Page 37 of Sins or Secrets
“My truck, you aren’t walking back anywhere.”
“But I –”
“Quinn it’s fucking late and I’m tired.I’m not in the mood to argue. You said something about being tired too, so just come with me.”
She seems to consider this but an edge of defiance flashes in her eyes and she lifts her chin toward me.“I’ll go if you can promise not to be an asshole dick to me.”
Asshole dick, that's a new one.I kind of like it.
She folds her arms under her breasts, drawing my attention to her ample cleavage and fully rounded breasts.Those were not that big on her eighteen year old body.She was the standard ballet dancer you’d expect.Thin and athletic looking. Now she looks more like a woman.I haven’t explored this version of her body.
She stares back at me with expectancy, waiting for an answer.
Her no nonsense firecracker personality pushes through with each passing second I remain in my silence and I find myself smiling.It’s a small smile but it comes.
“I forgot how much you like to think you can hand me my ass.”
“I’m serious. I don’t want the snark asshole dick comments about Aunt Lilly’s house or calling me a socialite, or some shit you know I'm not.”
I don't miss the emphasis on the word know, signifying she was hurt by that comment I dropped in Mr. Mulligan's office about not knowing her.That was designed to hurt, but even I can admit it was below the belt.I was just pissed about the myriad of shit I had to worry about.The knowledge she'd planned to leave that night though without even seeing me, was what cut me the deepest.
“Fine," I agree. "You coming?”
“Okay.”
I walk ahead of her and catch a glimpse of Billy standing by the door of the store watching us.Shit, that is not good.
Quinn follows me to my truck and I get the door for her.I keep my attention on Billy until Quinn climbs into thetruck andI'm met with a quick view of her ass in those shorts.
Jesus, what am I doing?
And, what am I thinking?
But this situation here isn’t exactly something I can back out of.Billy's watching us for a reason.Watching her.
With that in mind, I close the door, get in the truck and pull away.
As soon as I can I’ll message Ethan and let him know Billy’s back on the radar.
Quinn and I drive back to the motel in silence, but my mind is racing.Billy was watching her and he watched until we pulled out.I didn’t see him follow, but that doesn’t mean he’s not coming back here.
He knows who she is, and the motel staff knows who he is.I can’t imagine them sticking to privacy policies if he asked what room she was staying in.
As we pull into the parking lot Quinn readies herself to get out.
“Thanks for the ride.”
“I’m seeing you to the door,” I insist, as a just in case measure.
“Why? It’s perfectly safe.”
“Quinn, nothing is ever perfectly safe.I just want to make sure you are.”
“You’re acting strange. You started acting strange when you saw that guy at the convenience store.”
“I’m not acting strange,” I lie, not wanting to freak her out.“It’s late and Jesus Christ, look at the dive you’re in.Anybody would be concerned. I’m surprised you even considered this place.With all your money I expected you to be at the Marriott.”
She scowls at me. “I don’t have any money.”
