"You smell like beer, by the way," she says, frowning as she sniffs at the air around me like she's some sort of bloodhound.
"No I don't," I say quickly.
"You do."
I start to wrack my brain before suddenly words just come tumbling out. "Oh, right. Rowan was helping a homeless man out front of his restaurant when I got there. Giving him soup and all that. It's probably that."
Chastity's eyes narrow at me. "Restaurant? I thought it was a bar."
"Oh, is it?"
"You were there."
"Oh, I'm not sure then. I didn't really notice, I guess."
Chastity rolls her eyes as she grabs her bag and heads up the stairs.
I turn, letting the air out in a thin stream as I look down the hill at the harbor. I shiver as my mind flies back to him - of stepping into that office, of seeing, well, what I saw.
The illicit, wicked temptations that came with being around him. I quickly shake those thoughts from my head as I pick up my bag and glance once more at the harbor before turning to the house.
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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Burn
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.
I'm taking another swig of champagne as I shove open the door to the greenhouse, and I guess that's the reason I don't realize I'm not alone until he speaks.
"Looks like I'm not the only one that couldn't wait until after the ceremony for the champagne toast."
I actually spit champagne out as I whirl at the uncomfortably familiar man's voice behind me, and when my eye land on him, my jaw about hits the floor under my feet.
No fucking way.
This isn't happening. This seriously can't be happening. It can't be him. There's just no possible way this is real.
But his dark greenish brown eyes lock onto mine as the recognition dawns there, and just the faintest shadow of a grin teases at the corners of his mouth. "You?"
I know the criminally good looking man in the tux standing right in front of me, even though I'm not supposed to. I shouldn't know about the body built for sin underneath that tux. Shouldn't know about the tattoos covering his chest and the coiled muscles of his biceps, or those abs carved out of marble. I shouldn't know how the muscles on the side of his hips groove down like pure sex, and I certainly shouldn't be able to exactly picture the thick- well, what I know he's got between his legs.
He's shaved his beard off, and the bruises around his face from the last time - from seeing him slumped in the elevator that night barely a week ago - seemed to be healing. I briefly wonder about the shallow stab wound in his side and how the bruised rib is doing.
And how is it that I know these things I shouldn't? Because one week ago, I saw those bruises. I sewed up that wound.
My one one night stand, the one man I never expected to see again even if I haven't been able to get him out of my head for the last eight days, is standing in a tuxedo, right in front of me, at my sister's wedding.
What the hell is going on here?
My brain is still trying to get my mouth to work and say something to the grinning, criminally good looking man standing in front of me, when the door to greenhouse bangs open.
"There you ar- Oh, hey!"
Hudson, my very soon-to-be-brother-in-law, smiles at me, "Good, looks like you two found each other."
Huh?
"I mean, wow, how long's it been since you guys even last saw each other?"
Warning bells start to sound inside my head, slowly at first and then building louder and louder, until there's an audible ringing in my ears. Hudson opens his mouth again, and the words that tumble out have my heart jumping up into my throat as the floor practically drops out beneath my feet. "Quinn, you know Logan, right?"
Oh God. Oh holy fucking shit-balls. No-no-no-no-no...
The words are screaming through my head as I whirl around almost in slow motion to lock eyes on him. I can see the same horrible shock mirrored across his face as his eyes go wide as the recognition dawns on him too.
"You know Logan, right?"
God, do I know 'know' him?
I know how his lips taste. I know how his tongue feels buried between my legs. And I know how his cock feels as he grabs my hips and slides deep inside of me. Yeah, I think it's safe to say I know Logan Dempsey.
Except, I sure didn't know who he was then. Not that night.
Of all the men in all the world, it had to be him. The one night stand that never should have happened. And in half an hour my sister is going to marry his brother, which basically means we're family.
I'm barely breathing as his eyes lock in on mine. And it's almost still in slow motion when he grins and sticks a hand out. "Great to see you again, Doc."
Oh, fuck.
Chapter Two