Page 31 of Lost the Handle

But I could.

I flash her a grin. “Some would say I’m a bitch.”

She waves me off. “Never. Maybe crazy.”

“Totally insane,” Flynn agrees.

“Terrifying,” Sawyer adds.

“Maybe a bit murderous,” Journey throws my way, and I just grin.

They’re not wrong.

“I think you’re amazing. I’ve read up on you. How many companies do you own?” Austen asks, her wide, doe eyes on me. She’s really pretty, and I bet Dimitri has corrupted her fully.

“Just two.”

“Just two?” She scoffs. “At what? Twenty?”

I smile proudly. “Twenty-one.”

“Incredible.”

I shrug, a small smirk on my face, as Katarina waggles her brows at me. She then leans in. “Heard you’re driving a Bugatti. Wanna let me borrow it?”

I shake my head. “No one drives my car.”

“But me.”

His voice runs down my spine like a spark on a stick of dynamite. I look over my shoulder to find Quinn standing close by, his hands in the pockets of his slacks. He has on a light blue button-up that he’s rolled up on his arms, showing off his toned and veined forearms. The first three buttons are open, showing his chest and a bit of the tattoo that readsAdler. A tattoo I have traced with my tongue and fingers many times before. I itch to do it again, but I can’t rush this. Slow and steady wins the race.

And also drives a person insane.

Even in a room of sexy men, he is the only man I see. I take in his disheveled hair, and I swear he looks like he just rolled out of bed. My stomach clenches. Did he sleep with her before he came?

Fuck, I don’t like the jealousy that swirls in my gut.

Everyone yells his name, greeting him before he moves to hug them all. When he sits down beside me since it’s the only open seat, Flynn hands him a cup. He smiles a thanks before he takes a long sip, and I do the same. My glass is almost empty. I had no idea how much I’ve been sipping on it until I look down into the cup to find I don’t have much left. Quinn’s body is warm beside me, and just feeling him so close, the closest he’s been since I’ve been back, has my body breaking out in gooseflesh. I take a shaky breath and try to focus on whatever the hell Flynn is talking about, when I feel lips against my ear.

I don’t have to move or even guess who it is.

I know.

“Trying to get the attention of everyone in here with that short skirt?”

I fight back my grin as my eyes drift shut. His breath smells of margarita, and that makes me think all the dirty things my mind can muster. My heart clenches in my chest as my stomach does a double flip. Quinn made the mistake before of telling me that he is a sucker for my thighs and ass.

Which is why I’m wearing this skirt.

I turn my head, meeting his gaze, not because I want to, but rather, I need to. I take his jaw in my hand and lean in. I draw a deep breath, getting drunk off his scent, before I move my lips against his ear.

“Not everyone. Just you.”

Chapter

Thirteen

Quinn

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