And I saw her the way she saw me.
Her shrewd gaze cut around the room, assessing while she fought not to fidget.
Quinn Everly sitting in a room with a very smalltoybetween her cheeks?
That jumped to the top of my favorites list at record speed.
“Have I mentioned I hate this?”
“The, uh…” I darted my gaze down.
“Surprisingly, no.” She squirmed in her seat, and my cock stirred. “Not ideal at the moment, since you’re a sadist, but it’s…just different.”
“Good different?”
“Yeah.” She blushed. “Good different.”
I would’ve smirked, but the huge shit-eating grin on my face prevented it. That she’d even asked to try out the plug still blew my fucking mind.
Sure, I’d made jokes. Alluded to experience Ididn’thave while I made dark promises. But what could I say?
Her big, brown eyes feigning disinterest as they’d filled with curiosity had been an irresistible sight. One I wanted to provoke for eternity.
And it had nothing on the way she’d stared at me from the bed. Nothing on the excitement in her body. The vulnerability in her expression, and fuckingtrustin her gaze.
She caught the sappy smile on my face and returned it. Like a beacon of light in the middle of a godforsaken bleak day.
“I was complaining about being stuck in this room while we wait for the others to get here. Not that the room did anything, it’s just…”
She couldn’t explain it, but it didn’t matter. My eyes jumped to the photos on the wall. I hated this room, too.
Hated the reminders.
“It’ll be over before you know it. Just close your eyes and think of England or some shit.”
“That’s what they say for losing your virginity, Max. Not sitting through another challenge intro for The Quest.”
“Oh.” I frowned, wondering how the fuck that made sense. “Well, then, don’t do that. Just grit your teeth and bear it.”
“That also sounds sexual,” she muttered. “Do you mean, grin and bear it?”
“Sure. Go with that.”
She huffed, fidgeting again, and I wanted to distract her.
But the faint crunch of tires on gravel pricked my ears.
My attention rooted on the driveway, and I scanned the front lawn from the sitting room window.
Everyone was about to arrive.
And the urge to leave Camelot Court clawed my throat.
I’d been itching to ditch the room as soon as I saw the pictures on the wall. Now, combined with its proximity to the driveway, I wanted out. “Can’t we just wait in the parlor? Or Camelot Courtyard, I could show you that?”
She eyed me from her spot on the horrendous purple couch.
Because, of course, Kingston picked the ugliest shade ofmycolor for his accent furniture.
