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"C'mon on in!" I exclaimed, pulling the towel I had thrown over my shoulder off to toss by the sink. Clark stepped in slowly and looked at the table with wide eyes.

"You made steak?" She asked incredulously.

My smile slowly slid off my face, and I threw my head back. "Fuck, you aren't a vegetarian, are you?"

Clark looked at me, bemused, while tossing her tote bag near the door and unwinding her scarf."No, I just wasn't expecting it. Looks great."

I took her coat, feeling like she would just toss that on the floor as well if I didn't."Come sit; we have a lot to talk about." I pulled out her chair, finally collapsing into my own, rolling my still-aching shoulder as I did so.

Clark sat eagerly, and we ate in relative silence for a few minutes until she exclaimed, "Okay, Quinn, I have to give it to you. This is really amazing. I had two-day-old pizza last night for my dinner." She laughed, and I raised my eyebrows. God, someone needed to feed this girl.

But I shrugged, cutting into my steak, but inwardly, I glowed from the praise. "I like to cook." She stared at me for a moment as if she was trying to decide something, so I interrupted whatever thought was going on in her head by bringing up the real reason we were here. "So tomorrow, I want to make some teasers and such for social media and my platform so it might be a longer filming night if you're okay with that?"

Clark's eyes widened a bit, and she took a quick sip of her wine before nodding. "Yeah, I don't have work this Saturday, so I'm okay for pulling an all-nighter." I noticed the blush that had crept up her neck, either from the wine or embarrassment; I wasn't quite sure.

"I was thinking of maybe you can ride my face if you want. Maybe some B-roll of just us touching I can use for an ad. Preferably both so we can post a few videos next week."

Georgia paused with her fork hanging over her plate around and looked at me with wide eyes, "Yeah, that's fine. Is there anything I need to do?"

"I thought we could have penetrative sex next week? I just don't want to scare you off right off the bat." I speared my last piece of steak with a grin and a waggle of my eyebrows, rolling it through the sauce I made afterward before leaning back and waiting for a response.

"And what about you?" She asked, her eyes watching my every move.

I shook my head as I asked, "What about me?"

Clark leaned forward with her elbows on the table. "Like, do you want a blow job? Anything like that."

I felt a shiver run up my spine, but I hoped I covered it well by grabbing my wine glass. "If you're okay with that, I am; as I said, I didn't want to put too much pressure on you."

Clark grinned. "That's very nice of you, Quinn, but I am here for the money, too, and it's not like I've never given a blow job before."

Grinning, I raised my glass to hers, clinking it together softly. "Tomorrow at ten?"

Clark smiled, raising her glass to me. "Ten p.m."

Chapter 18

Georgia

Ispent the next day going through the motions; I dropped in on my grandma for a few hours after work and then headed to Quinn's place. I was stressed, my nerves on edge after having a good visit with Mary before she got that far-off look in her eye and began asking about Howard. It took more than a few hours to get her calm and in bed. I almost called the whole thing off, but a big part of me was curious, and the other part of me, for some inexplicable reason, didn’t want to be alone. Walking into his apartment with a steak dinner waiting was not what I’d been expecting; definitely not romantic, but a business dinner like he had promised. So far, Quinn had kept all of his promises going forward with this. I was excited and terrified, so after leaving my grandmother, I hurried home, desperate for a hot shower and enough time to slap on some makeup.

The cat had dinner while I showered, scrubbing every inch of my body like I would before a first date. The vanilla and honey body scrub had my skin shining and smelling amazing. I paid a bit of extra attention to my lips, since that was going to be a main focus today.

Because I was going to be giving a blow job. Fuck I was an idiot for suggesting that, but the wine was making me feel some kind of way, and the thought of going down on my knees in front of Wolfemade my head spin. I was way out of my comfort zone, but he couldn't know that now.

I hadn't given a blow job in well over a year and a half, and Dylan had grabbed my head one time, causing me to choke so violently that I had spots in my vision. He had apologized profusely, and I genuinely didn't think he did it on purpose; it just made me not want to give them as much, especially since they didn't do much for me, as selfish as that sounded. But for some reason, I just had a feeling that with Wolfe it would be different.

I still had about an hour until we were to meet up, and my stomach growled at me; pulling together a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, I sat on the edge of my kitchen counter with my bare, freshly shaved and moisturized legs swinging as I ate. Some trashy TV was on, and I spent the next forty-five minutes eating and then sipping tea to calm my nervous stomach.

By the time I was actually due to walk across the hall, I had been in makeup for over an hour and was starting to get tired. I liked to live life on the edge in the glow of my twenties and be in bed at 9:00 p.m. so I could read until I finally passed out. I had a routine—a good routine, honestly.

But I argued with myself that a toe-curling orgasm would be worth feeling a little drained tomorrow. I had tossed a few different pairs of underwear into my tote bag and a cropped white tee shirt that might look cute braless.

I knocked, more confident this time, and waited for Quinn to answer. The door opened not two seconds later to reveal the man in question, still tall, still dark, still handsome.

"Come in. I got everything set up!" He smiled, and as he walked away, I caught a generous whiff of his bergamot cologne and mix of mint toothpaste. I swallowed hard.

"Did you ever decide on a name, by the way?" Quinn asked over his shoulder, leading me back to his bedroom, the lights already casting a sensual atmosphere over the whole event.

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