Page 5 of Steamy Diamond
"Me too. Maybe another time."
"Maybe."
"And you know where to find me," she said with a smile.
"I do." He gave her a teasing smile back. "Thanks again for this."
Quinn raised the box in his hand, then turned and walked away.
Ella quietly shut the door. She should've invited him to stay or asked him to show her around the area or something. She should've come up with some excuse to make him talk to her just a little longer. She was usually good about thinking on her feet, but as she talked to Quinn, words became harder and harder for her. That may have also been because she was trying to avoid saying one thing in particular to him.
She saw that picture. She saw him naked, and she liked it.
Chapter Four
Quinn stared at the box on his kitchen table. He was finishing his third beer so he figured burning things may not be the best idea in his current state, but the trash can was sitting next to him and it was hungry for the crap in that box.
He should just take the top off the box and dump the whole thing in, and there were several times tonight when he was about to do just that before stopping himself.
But this time was it. He was ready.
Except his beer was empty.
Quinn got up and put the can in the recycle bin with his other empty beers. Michigan's ten-cent deposit on cans and bottles was no joke and he could get a few bucks when he would actually remember to take them in.
On top of the recycle pile were the two boring beers from his fridge and that Oberon Ale from Ella.
Perhaps it was just because Ella was a new face to him or she had superior taste in sofa slipcovers and beer, but there was something about that woman that made his breath catch in his throat when he first saw her. It wasn't just the fact that she wasn't Jaclyn. It was that she was different. Who offers a beer to a man she never met before when he shows up at her door looking for his ex-girlfriend's box? And what kind of woman gives him a good beer like an Oberon from her fridge? Seriously,Quinn was thinking about knocking on her door again to get another one of those instead of the crap he had sitting in his fridge.
Although he did have to wonder why she seemed a little disappointed that he was there -- or maybe she was a little disappointed that he took her beer. She likely expected him to politely decline an offer for a good beer that belonged to her.
Quinn had to get it together. Beer four and the top was still on that box. The situation needed to be finished. It was going to be fine. Just a few things that needed to be trashed and it would all be over.
He put the beer on the kitchen table and sat down, staring at that stupid box again. Quinn's fingers barely brushed the edge of the top but it was enough to flip the lid off so it could land with a soft thud on his kitchen floor. The power of an athlete's body at its finest.
He took a deep breath and peered in, thinking he would find some note from Jaclyn or a concert ticket stub. But instead, he was greeted by a dick pic.
His dick pic.
Quinn's eyes narrowed as he stared down at the photo. What the hell was it doing on the very top of the pile? He remembered the night that Jaclyn took that photo. He walked over to her place right after his game and left his uniform on thinking she would like it, and it seemed like she did -- at least at first. She put his jersey on with just the bottom two buttons done and nothing underneath. It was quite the turn on and he took a picture on his phone to remember it.
It was such a turn on that he couldn't help but pose himself on her bed, let her see for herself what she was doing to him. Zipper undone, pants low on his hips, cock framed perfectly.
It was dirty and artistic and he figured it would give her ideas the way her photos gave him ideas. So he actually boughta little photo printer to attach to his phone and printed it for her. Something to always have on hand if she needed a little inspiration.
She wasn't impressed, said they were just fooling around and she didn't want that photo of him. He watched her throw it in the box and that was it.
He tried not to feel bad any time she tossed a concert ticket or some trinket in the box on top of that intimate photo of him.
So how did it end up on the top of the pile?
He took it out and looked at it. Was it wrong for him to think it was a great picture? Maybe he should keep it to look back at when he was old and wrinkled.
Quinn grabbed his beer from the table and took a sip, wondering....
Oh, fuck.
The beer reminded him of Ella. The woman he met when he went to pick up the box. She seemed reluctant to see him leave and he thought it was because he took her beer.
