Page 6 of Tempted By the Broken Cowboy
“I don’t. I’m going to die, aren’t I?” she cries, burying her face in her hands.
I can’t help but laugh. “Calm down, Atwood. It’s just one pill—you’re going to be fine. Just don’t leave my side.”
She lifts her head. “Why?”
“You’ll need someone looking out for you once the pills kick in.”
“What’s going to happen to me?”
“You’re going to have a very good time,” I grin as I pass her my Shirley Temple.
She’s already tipsy, and now that she’s taken the ecstasy, it’s about to get wild, so it’s better if she doesn’t have any more alcohol.
I lead her back to the empty booth and pour her some water. She fights me on it, but I make her drink the whole glass.
“I don’t feel anything,” she says after a couple of minutes.
“Oh, you will. Trust me.”
And, oh boy, does she.
It takes about twenty minutes of her panicking and trying to gaslight herself into thinking the drugs won’t work on her before they finally do. It’s funny at first, watching her freak out, until it’s not anymore.
“I’m feeling hot,” Quinn whines as she starts tugging on her shirt as if intending to take it off.
“What are you doing?” I scold as I reach for her hands to stop her.
“I need to take my clothes off,” she pouts, struggling against me, but I’m almost twice her size, so she stands no chance.
“And that’s our cue. I am taking you back to your room,” I decree, helping her onto her feet.
“I don’t have a room,” she reminds me.
Oh yeah, that’s right—she was supposed to room with Ella. I look for my sister on the dance floor, but she is nowhere to be seen. She must be off somewhere with Ava and Zane. I don’t have time to look for her without abandoning Quinn.
After thinking on it for a minute, I realize that I only have one option left. “I’ll take you to my room.”
She stumbles as we walk out of the booth, so I swoop her up into my arms bridal style, carrying her out of the club and toward the elevators. Good thing our rooms are upstairs, so we don’t have to go far.
We alight on my floor, and I let us into my room.
“Sit here. I’ll get you a cold towel. Don’t go anywhere, okay?” I say to Quinn as I set her down on the bed.
She gives me a thumbs-up and a firm head nod. “Okay.”
So cute.
So this is what a non-stuck-up Quinn looks like. She’s quite adorable this way.
After dampening a towel, I walk back into the bedroom and find Quinn in the same position I left her, only she’s stripped down to her underwear.
“What happened to your clothes?” I exclaim, looking around for them, but they are nowhere in sight.
“They were too hot,” she laments.
I try my best not to be rude and stare, but how can I not when it’s just the two of us in the room? I walk up to her and hand her the towel. “Use this. I’ll get you one of my t-shirts.”
Instead of taking the towel, she grabs my arm and tugs me forward. I lose my footing since I was not expecting her to do that and land on the bed. When I compose myself and move to sit up, she crawls onto my lap, astride me, her arms around my neck.
