Chapter One Hundred–Sixty–Eight
DELILAH
is your house?” I ask, my mouth falling open in shock. Well of course it is. He has everything else, body, muscles, looks. Why wouldn’t he have a house like this too?
“Yes,” Quinn says. “And before you ask, I have a roommate. His name is Timmons. The Escalade is mine, the Camaro is his.”
That’s not what I was going to ask,‘ I say smartly, still feeling a bit intimidated. This guy
guy has money. Like actual money. Places like this are never cheap. “I was going to ask, why you brought me here instead of the motel like you were supposed to.” This is the kind of thing a psycho killer might do. Damn it, I never listen, do 17
He flinches, looking embarrassed for a moment, before leaning into the Jeep. “Oh! Um, sorry. I just thought–he eyes my wet clothes “maybe you wanted to see the beach and put on some dry clothes or something.”
“Uh–huh,” I say impishly. “That’s it? See the beach and change? No funny stuff?
He grins, his citrine eyes dropping over me suggestively. “Unless you want funny stuff. I mean, if that’s what you’re into, I’m sure we could work something out.”
Despite the flash of awareness that fires my blood, I know better than to give it any attention. A guy that looks like he does, with a house on the hill overlooking the beach, is more than likely used to women throwing themselves at him. He probably saves girls all the time just to bring them home and fuck the gratitude out of them. Who knows? That might even be his gerdown.
Keep acting like you wouldn’t love to fuck him. Hoe ahead–oops – go ahead. Shut up brain!
I’m good thanks,” I say without thinking. “But I would like to change, if it’s okay.”
“Absolutely,” Quinn says, and I swear I see real disappointment in his eyes.
I ignore it, grabbing my hackpack, then getting out of the car to follow him inside. The place is clean for a Bachelor Pad. Aha! There you go assuming things again D! You don’t even know for sure if he’s single Giant windows everywhere. The front door opens into the living room, the kitchen and dining room are straight across from it, and next to each other. There are two hallways, one on each side of the living room, and a patio deck in the back with stairs that I can only assume lead to the beach.
“Wow,” I whisper, unable to keep it to myself. I’m dying to check out that patio, but first I want to change.
A guy with curly, brown hair and warm cinnamon colored eyes comes walking out of the hallway to my right. He’s dressed in gym trunks and a tight t–shirt that shows off his muscles of which he has many, For the love of God. Seriously? He’s not a bulky or as tall as Quinn, but he’s definitely bigger than me and I’m suddenly feeling a bit more wary.
“What have we here?” The guy asks, meeting Quinn’s eyes.
“This is Delilah,” Quinn says with a smirk. “Delilah,
lah, this is my roommate Timmons.”
“Hi,” I say politely.
Timmons nods, not even granting me a smile, before he looks back at Quinn, a strange look passing between them. “Ill be in my room. We have that thing at twelve, remember?”
Quinn nods. “Of course.” He turns to me. “Hallway the left, bathroom to the right.”
I say nothing, leaving Quinn and his friend to their awkward silence as step into the hallway toward the single door on the right. There is a set of stairs next to it, that lead down into what appears to be a bedroom and once again the little green monster takes a bite out of
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Quinn anickers, his eyes lighting as he steps toward me, “Come on. Let’s leave Timmons in here to brood. Let me show you my room.
Your ? Lack cospiciously. Come on Delilah, you know you did pick these jeans just for him to dump you in some motel. It’s okay to be a that every ate and a while. You already know he’s a sure thing
“That way,” Quinn says, placing a hand on my lower back over the sweater and setting off an explosion of unholy thoughts. He urges me
think about is hone his fingers feel warming the top of my plum and how his hand bark trward the ball I just came from and all | sems to be modding itself onto the back of my ass.
Glancing up at him, I catch him watching rom again, and the look in his eyes can only be described as prolatory. I bite my lip, turning wway as he guides me down the stairs and through the open doorway.
Well, I wen right. This is dus hose. The far wall is all glass, with a set of double doors that open onto another patio deck. The stairs from the patio on the top floor apparently wind down to this Hour and then down to the rocky shore below. There’s a huge king sized bed tan my left, a large swinging clair in the corner, a seventy five inch flat screen mounted on the wall to my right, another bathroom beyond
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“What do you Haink?” Quinn asks, his voire so soft I’m forced to look out him.
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