Page 24 of Biker's Enemy

Quin avoids me instinctively. Whatever dark past she’s running from must scare the crap out of her because she’s willing to live with a creature she fears just to get away from it. I know I captured her presence willingly, but only to an extent. Once she settles Avery for the night, she always disappears into her room and she always locks her door.

That lock on the door is going to be a problem soon.

I count out the twenty-five hundred dollar bills for Quin’s eighth week working for me. I wish I could say I know her better now than when she moved in. I suppose I know her the way you know a dead person when you visit their house’s estate sale after they die.

There are signs of Quin all over the house. She has a natural talent for childcare, just like I knew she would. For all her conviction that I have “sexist notions”, my ability to identify her as a nurturing woman was pure instinct, not a stereotype. I can tell she’s the type who would never allow anything to happen to Avery, even if I can tell she thinks Avery is mine.

Well, she said it explicitly.

But I’m not convinced. Not at all. And still waiting for explicit answers from the lab.

Quin knocks on my office door at 4 p.m. to collect her money. I look forward to our weekly meetings, but after eight weeks of visiting my office, she hasn’t become more comfortable around me in the slightest. I find it endlessly frustrating.

“Come in,” I call to her in the gentlest voice I can muster. Her continuous fear is becoming somewhat of a nuisance for me, as difficult as that is to admit. I have been more than patient in waiting for her to get comfortable around me and the longer I have to wait, the darker my fantasies become.

Masturbation doesn’t help. Touching my dick only makes me want her more. I lack self control.

Quin makes it worse when she enters my office wearing… that.

What the fuck?

“Are you going somewhere?” I snap at her.

Last I checked, we agreed that having her wander around the neighborhood was dangerous. She doesn’t have a car and I will only let her borrow mine to take Avery to the doctor, but right now, she looks like she’s planning on a night out. We don’t have an official agreement in the contract but… I don’t like the looks of this.

“I’m tired of being stuck in the house. I’m just going to the Arby’s drive thru.”

“Dressed like that?”

She frowns at me, even if I’m making an excellent point about her outfit.

“It’s a maxi dress,” she says.

I have no idea what that means. All I know is I can see every last curve of Quin’s body. This dress hugs her breasts and ass, highlighting how goddamn big she is all over. Her curves get me rock hard and any sane man with a functional dick would have the same response.

“You’re not going out around men like that.”

“Who said anything about men?” she says. “It’s a drive thru. And it’s none of your business if I want to talk to men.”

“Are you talking to men?”

I look up from my desk, tapping my fingers on the stack of hundred dollar bills I should be handing over to Quin before sending her on her way. Yet here I am, staring at her in that dress and feeling fiercely possessive over her.

“I make $2,500 a week and I don’t leave the house or pay rent,” she says. “I bought one stupid dress and want to do one thing for myself and you’re asking crazy questions. Can you just give me the money?”

My eyes flash to hers in complete surprise.

I’ve never heard Quin express anything but utter submissiveness towards me. Why is she acting so strangely over this dress and drive-thru trip…

“I’ll take you out,” I tell her. “If that’s what you want.”

“I don’t want to go out with you,” she responds quickly.

I smirk. “Well, you’re either going out with me or you’re not going out at all. That maxi dress or whatever you want to call it is a little too nice for Arby’s.”

“What about Avery?” she says, folding her arms over her chest, like mentioning how good she looks somehow offends her.

“I’ll call my aunt. She’s been staying nearby on standby for babysitting. Now come. I’d rather take you out myself than have you run off.”

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