Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“Margot,” he warned hoarsely. He could see in her face that she was thinking about kissing him, as her eyes kept dropping to his mouth.
Never in a million years did he think he would be in this position with her. Yeah, he was attracted to her. What warm-blooded man wouldn’t be attracted to a beautiful woman? He thought that the annoyance he felt for her would void out the attraction. Apparently, not. He was ready to join the Mile High Club with her in one of those tiny bathrooms. With everything he has been through today, he could use the release. God dammit!
Quinn cursed under his breath and got up. “I’ll be back,” he grunted and started down the aisle toward the bathroom.
He needed to get away from her. He needed to calm down. Quinn shut himself in the tiny bathroom and leaned his palms against the tiny sink. He willed his erection to go away. These next five days were going to be torture. He hung his head. They had to share a hotel room! Fuck him! He was never going to make it. Quinn would kill Peter for this! He couldn’t wait to land so he could call that fucker up and rip him a new one!
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They made it to the hotel at around 8:00 pm London time. It has been a long day and Margot was really tired and really hungry. They checked into the hotel and headed right up to their room. Quinn carried their bags up. She opened the door to their room and walked in, holding the door open for Quinn. He walked past her with their bags. She flipped the lights on and ended up bumping into his back since he stopped dead right in front of her.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Quinn muttered dryly.
Margot peeked around Quinn to see what he was talking about. She had to stifle a laugh when she saw what he was looking at. Quinn dropped their bags and yanked his phone out of his back pocket. He hit a few things on it then put it to his ear.
“I am so kicking your ass when I get home!” Quinn snarled into the phone. “First - I get fucking strip searched at the airport. Strip-searched, Peter! Now, I get to the hotel room and there is one queen-sized bed in it! ONE! Oh, that’s all they had? Fuck you, Peter!” Quinn practically shouted and hung up on Peter.
Margot rolled her lips in to try to stop herself from laughing; she really found this whole thing amusing. No doubt, Quinn did not see the humor. He just cursed out their boss for goodness sake. He spun around to look at her, and she quickly schooled her features so he would not see her laughing.
“I’m gonna go see if they have a room with two beds,” he muttered.
“It is really not that big of a deal, Quinn. I’m sure we will both fit fine in the bed,” Margot said, hoping to diffuse a little bit of his anger.
Quinn stared at her for a minute. She wished she knew what was going on in his head but his face was blank, as usual. “You’re gonna try to take advantage of me, aren’t you?”
Margot’s mouth dropped open. Before she knew it, she was laughing hysterically. Quinn just cracked a joke! It was incredible! Margot covered her mouth with one hand and slapped his chest with the other. Quinn chuckled low. The small smile curling his lips changed his whole face. He was breathtaking, so handsome when he smiled. She loved the way the corners of his eyes crinkled. His teeth were straight and white. Even though he had a short, neatly trimmed beard and mustache, she could still see the creases that framed his mouth. Gorgeous. He was just...gorgeous.
“Are you sure?” Quinn asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
Margot nodded. “It is fine.”
He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay. Do you want to go grab something to eat then?”
“Oui, I am starving,” Margot said, placing a hand to her stomach.
Quinn agreed and suggested they go downstairs to ask the front desk where a good place to eat was. They ended up walking a block and a half to a small intimate restaurant that was supposed to have fantastic food. They were seated right away at a small two-seater table by the front window. Margot could not help but notice how romantic the whole scene was. The lighting was dimmed, there was a candle burning in a votive on the red and white checkered tablecloth, and there was soft music playing in the background. She wondered if Quinn noticed. The girl at the front desk must have thought they were a couple to send them to a place like this. Margot snuck a glance at Quinn to find him looking at the wine list.