Saint (A Dark Mafia Romance)(80)
Well, it’s nine-thirty in the morning, and I’ve already lied twice, harbored lust, and had very impure thoughts about a man.
Heck of a way to start the morning.
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Tempting. Volatile. Off-limits. He’s the hottest thing that never should have happened to me.
Quinn:
He was supposed to be a one-time thing; my one one-night stand - the tattooed, bareknuckle fighter with a body built for sin who I found beaten and bloodied in my elevator that night. He's the one I patched up, the one I took care of, and the one I apparently couldn’t say no to when his mouth touched mine…
A one night stand. Just one night, right?
Yeah, wrong, because I just found out my “mysterious stranger” is actually going to be my brother-in-law in half an hour.
Logan f**king Dempsey. The arrogant, panty-melting, rude and crude Marine-turned-billionaire who runs my late father’s company. He’s my new boss. He’s the best man in this wedding. He’s everywhere, and I can’t escape him.
No matter how wrong it might be…
Logan:
Holy f*ck. Of all the girls in all the world, she has to be the random chick who found me that night and saved my life?
She looked strangely familiar that night. Now that I know who she is, it’s like original sin staring me in the face.
Good-girl doctor, totally off-limits Quinn Archer is literally the last girl on the whole damn planet a screwed-up guy like me should have anything to do with.
There’s playing with fire, and then there’s sticking your hand in the flames. If I keep ignoring the rules, we’re both going to get burned.
But f*ck the rules. She’s gonna be mine.
Copyright © 2015 Aubrey Irons
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To my husband, for bravely refusing to call me crazy, even when I get wild ideas in my head such as quitting my job to write romance novels.
Thanks for always being in my corner ;).
Chapter One
Quinn
What a fucking week.
I toss back a hefty gulp of the champagne I swiped from the catering tent, wrinkling my face at the fizzy bubbles tickling my nose.
Flats. I definitely should have worn flats, I grumble to myself and hike up my bridesmaids dress with one hand as I stalk my way high-heeled through the rose garden.
Ok, I'm well aware that sneaking off to the greenhouse in the back gardens of my father's estate to slam down stolen champagne probably isn't what I should be doing thirty minutes before my sister's wedding. But with the week I've had, I'm basically categorizing the bubbly in my hand as medicine, and my normally quite sensible sensibilities can go ahead and deal with it.
An ”amazing opportunity,” my youngest sister Chelsea had called it after hearing about the job offer at our late father's company.
Yeah, well, the real 'amazing opportunity' - the one that I wanted - was the team leader position in the research group I was in back at the hospital. The one I was pretty much “guaranteed” by the Administrative Director.
Of course when that Director is kind of maybe your sort-of boyfriend, and you walk in on him getting blown by some slutty young med student, it's amazing how quickly your guaranteed position turns into her actual position.
And no, that's not a euphemism. He actually gave her the job he'd promised me.
Ok fine, the job at Archer Holdings is a great job, but that doesn't mean that coming to work for my father's company doesn't feel like moving back in with your parents after failing out in the real world. I mean, it's not like being a Doctor by twenty-seven is exactly slacking, but I can't help but feel like a washout coming back to work for “Dad's” company.