“Let’s get started.” Autumn rubbed her hands together. She was obviously excited to be here, and Quinn couldn’t help but find her enthusiasm adorable.
Quinn followed Autumn past rows and rows of furniture. There were almost too many styles to be able to take everything in fully.
“I think the type of furniture I’m envisioning for your space is right over here.”
Autumn made a sudden right turn down an aisle.
Quinn’s eyes took everything in settling on some boho wicker hanging lights on the third shelf.
“Do you like those? I think they’d go well with what I have in mind,” Autumn announced.
“Actually, yeah, those are nice.”
“Grab that ladder and see if you can pull them down,” Autumn demanded.
Quinn shot her grimace, but Autumn simply threw her hands up.
“Sorry. I don’t do ladders or heights.”
Quinn chuckled at the admission but dutifully went to grab the ladder at the end of the aisle. The space was a tight squeeze with the ladder barely fitting in front of a couch lying in the aisle.
“I’ll spot you,” Autumn announced. She managed to fit between the ladder and the couch as Quinn climbed. The wicker lights were all packaged together. Quinn found herself in a fight trying to pull the lights down. Fortunately, she wasn’t up terribly high, Autumn wasn’t the only one who wasn’t a fan of heights. With one more yank, Quinn and the lights fell backwards. To her credit, Autumn did manage to catch Quinn. Though they did fall back onto the couch.
“Good catch,” Quinn said. She smiled up into Autumn’s eyes. There was a definite note of concern in those gorgeous blue eyes.
“Are you hurt?” Autumn demanded. The concern in her voice was almost tangible.
“Just my pride. Thanks for the save.” Quinn could stay there looking into Autumn’s blue eyes for several minutes more, but that would probably be weird.
“At least you rescued the lights,” Autumn laughed. It was a deep throaty laugh. The kind of laugh that let Quinn know it was genuine. Quinn had to focus on something, anything except how good it felt to be in Autumn’s lap, staring into her eyes, hearing her laugh. Quinn leaned up on an arm, careful not toput any weight on Autumn. Autumn put a hand on Quinn’s back, supporting her as she sat up. A bolt of electricity buzzed through her at Autumn’s touch. Quinn moved over to the spot beside Autumn on the couch.
“You sure you’re, okay?” Autumn asked again.
“That was scary. But yeah, I’m okay,” Quinn reassured. Autumn nodded her head.
“You want to check out your find?” Autumn asked with a smile. Quinn tugged on the package of lights.
Autumn pulled out a pocketknife and cut the thick plastic. For some reason Quinn couldn’t identify it was sexy as hell for Autumn to have that knife at the ready. More and more things about Autumn were being labeled as sexy as far as Quinn was concerned. She eyed the woman as she snapped the knife closed again and ripped open the plastic. Her heart stuttered; all she could do was remind herself that Autumn was off limits.She doesn’t date clients, and you need to heal.Quinn’s heart balked at her reminder, but Quinn tried to force the words to be real in her mind.
Chapter 8
Autumn was finding it difficult to focus. Not only had Quinn fallen right into her arms, but Autumn had spent far too many moments with Quinn looking up at her with those whiskey-colored eyes. Those eyes were like fucking magnets, drawing Autumn in closer and closer. Quinn’s eyes were soft and warm, yet bright and full of life.
Autumn could have stayed on that couch looking into Quinn’s eyes for several minutes. She had certainly wanted to. But that way led to the compromise of Autumn’s practices regarding client relationships. One shouldn’t mess around with the people signing their checks. Even if the person had big dark eyes. Autumn had spent a considerable amount of time after the incident busying herself with anything that didn’t involve Quinn. She’d practically left Quinn behind as she travelled through the aisles of furniture. Every so often they would bump into each other. Quinn might find her and ask a question. But Autumn’s heart was still racing from their encounter earlier. Who was this woman that had the power to turn her inside out?
They were coming to the end of the warehouse. So far, Quinn had definitely chosen the lights that she’d almost losther life for. Autumn supposed that was fitting. The wicker lights would match what she wanted for the space inside Quinn’s bar perfectly. Autumn rounded the corner and almost collided with Quinn. She plastered a smile on her face.
“Find anything else that you’re interested in?” Autumn asked genuinely curious.
“So many things. I really like these curved velvet booths. They would look absolutely amazing, and I love the aesthetic. Unfortunately, I feel that they’d lose their luster pretty quickly if they were exposed to sand too much. And sand is pretty much guaranteed at a beachside bar.”
Autumn’s smile tilted to the side; her expression thoughtful as she considered Quinn’s words. Without thinking she reached out and took Quinn’s hand. The jolt she felt was almost instantaneous. Autumn chose to ignore how good Quinn’s hand felt in her own. She led Quinn around two corners and paused in front of a large selection of booths. The booths were high-backed and emerald green in color. They were made of vinyl upholstery.
“I know they aren’t velvet. But this should be pretty easy to clean, and the deep green is a striking contrast for the lights you chose. Quinn inspected the booths and smiled.
“These are wonderful. I love the color.”
Autumn practically beamed. She adored giving people exactly what they wanted in a design.
