Page 30 of Chasing Temptation
Sitting back on my haunches, I watch as she drags in some much needed air, her legs still apart, giving me the best view of my life.
“Well...I can safely say that’s never happened here before.”
“Sex in the office?”
“I was more thinking of me getting a happy ending.”
“Wait...he never...?” I trail off, too stunned to finish the question.
“Nope. Never.”
“I know he’s done some seriously unforgivable shit but not even allowing you that pleasure is up there with the worst of it.”
“I’m not sure if it was a case of him not allowing it or him unable to.”
“Really?” My male ego swells at her statement. “So am I the only one to—”
“Give me an orgasm? Besides myself, yeah. What?” she asks when I don’t say anything.
“Just imagining what that might be like. I think you might need to show me exactly how you do it one day.”
She swats my shoulder as she stands and rights her clothing. “Let’s get this shit done and get out of here, yeah?”
“Whatever you say. Take whatever time you need.” I fall back onto the arsehole’s chair. My raging hard-on is obvious beneath the fabric of my trousers. Quinn’s gaze falls to it and conflict fills her eyes. “Just do your thing. That’ll wait.” It pains me to say it, but it’s the truth. It’ll still be hard once we’re back and away from this hellhole.
“I need these open.” She points to the drawers we came in here for in the first place, and I’m reminded that she sent me on a mission before I had her legs spread on the desk.
“My pleasure.”
It takes mere seconds for the old wood to splinter around the flimsy locks. The drawers slide open, mostly revealing a load of crap, but when she pulls the bottom one out I soon understand why she wanted it all. She pulls out paperwork for multiple bank accounts, her passport and driving licence along with her birth certificate.
“I couldn't get in here for all this before I left. He kept this room secured like Fort Knox.”
Her words fade off as I notice one of the figures on the bank statements. “Jesus, Quinn. This all yours?” I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many digits on a bank account before.
“It’s a joint account but yeah, that’s mine.”
“Fucking hell, no wonder you weren’t worried about bending my credit card on that luxury lodge.”
“The lawyer I’ve been talking to says that I could probably take him for everything after what he’s done.”
“No less than you deserve.”
“Maybe. I’m not sure I can leave him with nothing, though. He might be a monster, but he has worked for this.”
“Fucking hell, Quinn. You’re more forgiving than me.” She shrugs as she finishes off finding what we need.
“With a bit of luck the divorce papers will be inside my flat when we get back and I can get the ball moving. The sooner I lose my surname the better.”
I bite down on the inside of my cheeks so hard that the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth as I attempt to keep the words, ‘you can have mine instead’ inside.
“You think he’ll make it easy on you?”
Her sad laugh says it all, but she backs it up with, “We can only hope, right?”
She finishes collecting everything she needs before we walk out of the room. She looks down at where the door is still swinging in the wind from where I smashed it down, but she makes no move to go down that end of the hallway. I can’t say I blame her; her memories must be enough.
“That was my office. It was all cream and gold. I used to love it in there.”
I remember the black walls and hard floorboards from when I found her. Clearly the douchebag did some decorating after Quinn left.
“Are you done?” I ask as we descend the stairs.
“Yeah. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
