“Do you do this with everyone?” I asked her. “Or just me?”
“The apologizing?”
“Yes,” I answered, leaning on the counter. Paige wasn’t paying us any attention, her focus on the work in front of her. I was just happy that she was focused on her work. She’d always had a pretty good work ethic, and that was something I knew that she’d gotten from me.
“Just you,” she answered, shyly. “Is lasagna okay?”
She was trying to stop me from commenting on what she’d just said. I made her nervous. Why was that statement something that made me happy? I debated saying something anyways before deciding against it. If she didn’t want to talk about it then we didn’t have to talk about it, not at this time anyways. Besides, I shouldn’t have cared either way.
“Lasagna is fine,” I told her. “I’m looking forward to it.”
“I’m making it the way you like it.”
“And how do I like it?”
Quinn grinned. “I guess you’ll have to see.”
I nodded, a smile coming to my lips that shocked me. I should not be amused by this woman, yet I was. When she smiled, it was like she introduced a light into the room that wasn’t there before. I swallowed, taking my gaze off of her. “I’m going to change,” I stated.
“I’ll have dinner ready for you when you get back.”
“Good.”
I loosened my tie and made my way upstairs. I spent so much of my life in a suit, and it was nice when I was finally able to get out of it. My home was a place for me to relax, and I was insistent on doing so. I was stuck up for so much of the day that it was nice to be able to relax and not be what everyone else thought I was.
Dinner sounded good, better than good, actually, especially if the aroma in the kitchen, was any indication of how it was going to taste. But I hadn’t worked out this morning, and if I was going to keep my physique and my health then it was important that I stay on my workout regime. It was less about keeping this body and more about living a longer, better life. Although, I did like myself better when I had the abs and toned arms that I had grown accustomed to.
I took off the suit, letting out a sigh of relief once I’d done so. Considering that I was going to work out, I opted for a shower after I finished rather than before. I opened my drawer and took out some shorts that hung low on my hips. I picked out a shirt and was about to put it on before I threw it back in the drawer. I could go without it.
My workout room was just down the hall from my bedroom. My main goal was lifting weights. That and cardio were my favorite things to do to stay in shape.
I was underneath the bar when the door opened and Quinn walked in. I sat up and watched as her cheeks turned pink. She turned around.
“I’m so sorry,” she apologized. “I was just coming in to tell you that dinner is ready. I didn’t realize you’d be indisposed.” I could hear the shock and nervousness in her voice.
“You think this is indisposed?” I asked her.
“I can see, like, all of you.”
“Just my chest.”
“That’s a lot,” she argued.
“Have you never seen the chest of a naked man before?”
Quinn was quiet for a moment. “Of course I have.”
“Then turn around.”
I knew that I shouldn’t, that all of this was a terrible idea. There was no way that this wasn’t going to end badly, but even as I thought that, it was already evident in my mind that I was going to do it anyways. I wanted for Quinn to listen to me, to do what I asked, and for some reason, I had a feeling that she was going to.
4
Quinn
Was this supposed to be some kind of game? Some kind of trick? Why did Ezra want me to look at him? I was sure that he already knew how attractive he was. How could he not? Women practically fell over themselves just to get a second glance at him. Why did he want me to look at him? Because he wanted to affirm that about himself? Maybe he was feeling a little bit insecure and needed someone to prove him wrong?
I almost wanted to scoff. Insecure? This man? I doubted he’d been insecure in his entire life. Everything about him screamed cocky, although I knew him a little bit better than that.