“Uh, yeah, sort of.” His eyes dart to mine over Reagan’s shoulders, and I can see the flash of something in them; “Just a temporary space really while they're working on re-doing my penthouse.”
“Oh, right, of course!” Reagan turns back and looks pointedly at me, before she turns back to Logan; “Well, Logan, whoever she was, I hope you’ve got her locked back up now.”
He frowns; “Excuse me?”
“The jungle girl who gave you those crazy hickies on your neck!” Reagan grins, clearly relishing this moment while I just want to melt through the floor right there. Even stone-cold Logan looks totally flustered, and even borderline blushing as he laughs nervously. He brings a hand up to rub the marks on his neck, and it wouldn’t take a forensic team to figure out that they pretty much exactly match the size of my lips.
He forces out a chuckle; “Oh, yeah, that.”
The lobby of the building is so awkwardly silent for a solid ten seconds that I actually start to wonder if just running back out the door would be as horribly embarrassing a plan as it sounds.
“So, I’ll, uh- I’ll see you at the meeting tonight, Quinn.” Logan finally says quickly, his eyes darting across my face.
“Uh, yep; uh-huh.”
He opens his mouth as if to say something more, but then closes it instead and turns back to my sister; “Nice to see you, Reagan.”
He’s barely out the door before my sister is turning to me, the corners of her mouth curling up into a huge grin; “Oooookay, now we’ve got something to talk about, don’t we?”
I nod pitifully, looking at the floor and just wincing.
“I mean, I’m right, right?”
When I say nothing, she comes over and wraps her arms around me, and I just melt into her shoulder, sniffing and trying not to let the emotions get the better of me; “Hey, you know I’m the last person in the world who’s going to judge you for falling for one of Dad’s guys.”
“I know, Ray, but it’s just such a fucking cliché!”
Reagan shoots me a sharp look; “Well I don’t think I’m a cliché.”
“That’s because you aren’t! You and Hudson are like, soulmates or whatever; there’s history there.”
She smiles warmly at me; “Well, it seems you and Logan have histor-”
“Yeah, a one night stand is hardly history, Ray.” I say, barking out a sour laugh.
My sister shrugs; “Well, if that’s all it is, than what’s the problem?”
I guess my silence is enough for her to connect the dots, because the next thing I know, I’m starting to cry as she hugs me tightly and strokes my hair; “I don’t know!”
She squeezes me close, rubbing my back; “So, how about that mimosa now?”
I choke out a giggle through my sniffles into her shirt; “Yes, please.”
19
Logan
Quinn gives me this ridiculous sort of silent treatment-type bullshit over the next few days at work. I mean, she speaks to me when she has to, like when we’re in a meeting or something, but past that it’s like a cold, frosty wall.
And it’s pissing me the fuck off.
Beyond that, I swear she’s going out of her damn way to look fucking amazing around the office. Ok, it’s not like I’m witnessing some sort of porno slutty-doctor-outfit fantasy or anything. It's the opposite actually, and that's what so damn enticing about it. She’s formal, and all business, but there’s something crazy sexy about the way she wears her hair up, or pushes the dark-framed glasses she sometimes wears instead of contacts up the bridge of her nose. She’s got these fucking pencil skirts too that just hug every sweet curve of her ass and show off her legs, and I can’t help but let my eyes linger on her as she walks away from a meeting room, or leans over a desk to type a quick note.
But, while she might be giving me the hardest, most consistent hard-on in the history of the world, that doesn’t mean I’m not still pissed at her for freaking out after that last time together and then getting all weird with me. She’s acting like a total bitch, and it’s rubbing off on my own demeanor in not the best way. Bryce has already called me out twice in the last few days about my attitude. I’m sure he thinks it’s about the new project, which is fine because there’s no way I can tell him it’s actually because I can’t get my mind or my cock to stop dwelling on William Archer’s oldest daughter.
Which brings me to the other thing bugging me. I might be pissed, but fuck, this was never supposed to happen. Hell, this never should have happened the first time, but letting her get under my skin like this and having this whole thing simmer from fooling around into actually sleeping with her a second time is just ridiculous. So whatever bullshit mopey crap I’m feeling, I deserve it for not listening to my own fucking advice. And I can see through that “cold shoulder” routine of hers. She might be mad, but really, I know she’s embarrassed. She’s embarrassed that a girl like her let herself get caught up in a fuck-up like me.