I offered him a small,grateful smile. “You’re a sweetheart. I hope people tell you that.”
“Sometimes.” Quinn shrugged,licking grease off his fingers and then cleaning them meticulously, scrubbingat each one as though he was afraid of getting caught.
“I hope it’s more often thansometimes,” I said. “You are very sweet.”
What was I saying?
I might as well have comeout and said that I was starting to wonder what he’d taste like if I lickedhim.
Unprofessional didn’t even begin tocover that.
And yet here I was, startingto wonder what he’d taste like.
I’d seen him glowing withhappiness over a couple of slices of pizza.
How much more fun would hebe in bed? How much happier could I make him, given half a chance?
I wanted to know. I wanted,more than anything, to tell him that everything was going to be all right, takehis hand, lead him off to bed, and touch and kiss and stroke until he wasgasping for air and begging me for more, all his worries forgotten.
I could picture him flushedand panting and grinning up at me, bliss written all over his face, and thethought made my stomach clench.
It wasn’t impossiblethat I’d developed a bit of a crush. Hard not to. He was so precisely my typethat he could have been made for me.
I’d never passed up anopportunity to fuck someone pretty and tiny if they were as interested as Iwas.
Quinn was hard to read onthat front. I thought maybe hewasinterested, but afraid to say so.There wasn’tmuch I could do about that.
“Thank you,” Quinn spoke upafter a few long moments of silence. “For taking care of me today. That’s notwhat you’re here for.”
“All part of the service,” Isaid cheerfully, trying to hide the direction my thoughts were wandering in.
The leather under us creakedas he shifted his weight. “Just, umm… was itjustbecause it’s part of theservice, or…?”
Oh.
Right.
I’d given myself away, hadn’tI?
“No,” I said. “No, it’s notbecause it’s just part of the service.”
For a few heartbeats, theair around us seemed to shimmer with possibilities. Quinn met my gaze, holdingit captive with those irresistible puppy eyes, and I couldn’t look away.Blood thumped in my ears, a tingle of anticipation bouncing around my belly likea slinky falling down a set of stairs.
I had to move. We couldn’t do this.
Quinn darted forward andcrashed into me.
It was a clumsy, awkwardkiss, our noses colliding because neither of us had managed to tilt our heads.In my defense, I hadn’t been ready.
I stillwasn’tready, but wewere doing this, and I didn’t want to push him away.
Quinn scrambled into my lap,narrowly avoiding jamming his knee into delicate parts, settling on top of meas though he was afraid I was going to get away if he didn’t pin me down.
I shouldn’t have beendoing this. I shouldnothave been doing this, or even consideringit.
But this was what Quinnneeded. What hewanted.
How could I say no to that?
