Page 27 of Enticing My Off Limits Billionaire

But I can't help the flutter in my stomach as I push through the crowd and out into the cool night air...at which point I realize just how drunk I am. I've got that fuzzy, drifting feeling that makes me feel like I'm floating, and all of a sudden I want nothing more than to be somewhere quiet and cozy.

I wait outside the entrance of the bar, leaning against the brick wall, my heart racing as I keep checking my phone. And then I see him—Quinn, striding down the sidewalk towards me with his hands in his pockets. His hair is ruffled in the breeze, his beard freshly trimmed, his glasses a bit crooked on his nose. He's wearing a leather jacket and jeans, a t-shirt for some obscure band underneath.

He doesn't look like he was sleeping, at least...and he's smiling, and it makes me feel like my heart is going to leap out of my chest.

I bite my lip as he comes closer. "You came," I whisper.

"You invited me," he says with a quizzical smile. "You know my place is just a few blocks away."

That gets a whole new sensation started, one that begins in my chest and settles between my thighs. My breath hitches, and I take a step closer instead. "Do you want to come in and dance with me?"

I boldly reach out and loop my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me—and he gently pushes me away.

And that feeling turns horrible and sour, and I'm not having a good time anymore.

"Madison," he says. "You're drunk."

"I'm..." I frown. "Oh shit, I am."

He laughs, though I can't hear much humor in it. "You should get home."

"I don't want to go home," I mutter. "It's too lonely. I hate it there."

He's still so close, and he reaches out and grabs my elbow to steady me when I stumble a bit. He doesn't let go, and the warm feeling returns as I gaze up into his eyes.

"You can crash in my guest room if you want," he says. "Do you need to tell your friends you're safe?"

I nod. "I just...I'll text them."

I pull out my phone, but then I hear Sophia's voice coming from the front door. "Dipping out on us, Madison?"

Quinn and I both look over at her like we've been caught doing something we're not supposed to, and Sophia raises her eyebrows.

"She just...I think she needs some sleep," Quinn says.

"Right," Sophia chuckles, though I don't think she believes him even a little bit. Unfortunately, I do—and I'm so embarrassed that I just want to crawl into a hole and die. "Well, take good care of her, okay?"

Maybe I'm imagining it, but I almost think Quinn blushes at that—and then he's looping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me close, enveloping me in that incredible scent.

"I will, Sophia," he says. "Thanks for being a good friend."

"No problem," she says. "Good night, Madison. Have fun."

She winks and then disappears back into the club, leaving the two of us alone.

"It's just a few blocks," Quinn says. "Let's go."

Chapter nine

Quinn

Shedoesn'tevenknowhow hard it is for me to resist her. Madison is quiet for the whole first block of our walk, hanging onto my arm as she stumbles along. I should have known she was drunk—I was a fucking idiot to show up at the Schoolhouse after midnight as if she wouldn't be drunk—but I'm glad I came after all, because she definitely needed to call it quits.

That she's coming back to my place isn't ideal...but hopefully I can keep a hold of myself as long as she doesn't come onto me again.

If she does, I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself.

"Are you okay?" I ask softly when we're about halfway there. She doesn't respond for a second, her lips pressed into a thin line.

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