Page 19 of Claiming His Reunion Obsession

I got my prize, Chelle. I can let someone else take care of all this today… I wonder if Brad’s up.

I deliberately ignore the messages from Randy.

I’ll deal with him when needs must, but not this morning.

There’s coffee to make but the rest of the kitchen is pretty bare of supplies. The owner’s away for three months, so just a few things but still enough to make a start to the day.

Long life milk, cereal and coffee. Hardly the Ritz Carlton, but if I can share it with Chelle, it’s the tastiest thing around, except for her that is.

My cell phone pulses again, it’s Brad. I have to get him at some point, and there’s no time like the present.

“Brad.” I clip, surprising myself at how serious I sound. I feel great.

“Mr. Quinn,” Brad still calls me Mr. no matter how many times I tell him not to, it’s part of his upbringing I think.

“…Sorry to bug you, just wanted to check in. We’ve had a lot of inquiries so far today… biggest one being”

“Randy Baker,” I say, stopping him short and breathing loudly, looking up at the ceiling.

“I’ll deal with him, what else?” I ask, and there’s plenty else. Seems like the one day Quincy Quinn wants off, the whole world wants a piece of him.

“Brad, how’d things go last night.”

“All great sir.”

“How’d you feel about picking up this next lot of inquiries, all on your own? It’s time you held the ropes for a time, Brad. Lord knows you’ve learned them long enough.”

“Yes Sir!” Brad says excitedly and I grin to myself.

I should’ve let the boy take the reins long ago, but I had nothing else to occupy my time.

Until now.

“I’ll text you the address, you can come pick up some stuff I have in the truck, you’ll need it for those quotes… alright, see you in about an hour.”

With Brad all sorted, I finish making Chelle and I breakfast. I push the thought of her dad, Randy away again. It hurts me to do it, but I have to, just for now.

He’s my best friend, but it’s also why I’m putting him off. I know exactly how he’s gonna react and I just want a little more time with Chelle before watching the Randy volcano go off.

I nearly bump into Chelle as she comes out of the bathroom adjoining the bedroom, she’s heading straight back to bed which is perfect. It’s where she belongs, for a while at least.

“I made us something to eat, all I could salvage from an empty kitchen,” I tell her, setting the tray down and making a beeline for her body which she’s trying to cover with the covers.

Slipping my hands under them, I grab hold of her, pulling her closer to me as I lean over her to kiss her.

“Still shy, huh?” I ask her, noticing her blush but knowing not to press the point, she’ll come around eventually. I know she will.

Just as well though, I know one thing for sure. I don’t want anyone else seeing her anywhere near naked.

Not for any other reason that what she’s got belongs to me now, and I don’t feel like sharing Chelle, not with anyone, even just looking.

“How’d you sleep?” I ask her, noticing how quiet she is.

“Did my dad call you?” she asks and I feel the same awful knot coming back into my stomach. It makes me tense up and clench my jaw. I love Randy, but not when he’s being the protective father to the one I just claimed for my own.

I guess he’s only trying to protect her, time to hand over the reins though Randy… my turn now…

“Yeah. I got some missed calls, texts… I had a lot of calls and texts. Today’s busy.” I tell her, not meaning to sound so gruff, but she takes it that way and draws the covers up, looking awkwardly at the door.

“I thought we could spend today together though,” I add, trying to set her mind at ease, “Brad’s gonna swing by and take my case load off my hands… just some quotes and stuff.”

She strains a smile, “I’d like that.”

“But?” I ask, sensing there’s something else.

She sighs loudly, letting her hands fall down to her sides, the covers sliding with them, exposing her chest to the morning air.

I feel my brow, and other parts of me start to go up instantly, and grin wide when she doesn’t move to cover herself.

Showing Quinn what he likes… I love that, Chelle. Thanks…

I’m only in my boxers, but it’s pretty clear the effect she has on me within a few seconds and before long we both forget what we were just talking about.

“Hungry?” I ask her, peeling down the front of my boxers, letting my stiffness sprig out again.

“Starving,” she tells me, licking her lips and pulling the covers back, signaling me to join her, which I do in a heartbeat.

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