Page 82 of Quinlan

The gravity of my situation has sunken in, all right.

Had I had any other alternative, another source of income that would provide my parents the medical care they so desperately need, I would’ve walked away.

I would’ve packed my desire and humiliation. Lock them where the rest of my worst memories are buried. It’d suck, losing these three men. Then again, they were never mine.

Except I don’t have anything else going for me. Nothing as lucrative as this position.

My heart aches.

With the income I stand to make here, my parents’ situation could improve. They’d call me once in a while, maybe. Pick up the phone more often. They’d smile when I came to visit them. Mom wouldn’t stare at an old family photo for hours. Someone would be looking after them.

“She,” I emphasize the word obnoxiously. I might have to be here. Doesn’t mean I have to like it. “Demands to meet the people who hired her. The real VPs or owners or whatever of this company.”

“You’re looking at them. We’re the heads of the company. And the owners.” Damien motions for the chair directly in front of him. “Have a seat.”

“I won’t.” My body breaks out in furious shivers. I clench my teeth. “The other night was an initiation, wasn’t it? You’re a bunch of sick fucks. The three of you.”

“Quite an idea, isn’t it?” Damien’s smirk comes off as genuine. For a flitting moment, and that’s it. His evil side shows in a second.

He’s enjoying this.

Liam and Rome nod. Once. Like they’re too good to offer me any explanation.

I’m going to kill them. All of them.

“Sit, darling.” The charm pours from Damien in waves. A sweet poison.

I almost drown in it. Damn near suffocate on how tempting he is.

Back in the restroom, I lost myself to them.

We aren’t in the restroom, though. There’s no orgasm on the table.

Whatisthere on the table?

“Answer my question first.” I take a step toward them. Throw the notebook and pen on the table, my hands balling into fists.

On the outside, I’m standing tall, towering over them. On the inside, I’m on my knees. I’m nowhere near as powerful as they are. I’m at a physical disadvantage, and everyone in the room knows it.

At least the personal reasons for me being here are all mine.

Although…

I force another shiver away.

They’re stalkers. They might know everything about me.

“The other night wasn’t an initiation.” Damien’s sapphire eyes dance from my face to the chair in front of him.

This, I realize, is my only remaining option. The only way they’ll get this meeting over with. Let me go home, where I could work in peace. I’ll have space to forget how dumb I feel right now.

Huffing, I sit down. Tatum has my bag, so I’m pretty fucked if I have to make a run for it. My keys are there.

Rex has a spare. I’ll walk over to Maeve’s.

Okay. No panicking. I’ve got this.

Damien leans forward, both hands on the table. “That’s better.”

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