Free Quinn (The Beck Brothers #3) by Andria Large

Margot’s opinion. He did
not go far, only backing up enough that he could look into her eyes. His hand
still cupped her face and his thumb repeatedly stroked her cheekbone.
     
    “I’m sorry,” Quinn whispered, his dark chocolate eyes
swirling with emotion.
     
    Margot frowned in confusion. “For what, Quinn?” she asked
gently. Margot tentatively brought her hand up to cover his. When he did not
pull away, she settled her hand more firmly over his.
     
    Quinn swallowed hard. “Everything in London. I feel like it
was my fault,” he rasped. “I acted like a complete ass and I couldn’t even come
up with the courage to apologize to you until now.”
     
    Margot sighed heavily before grabbing the back of his neck
and pulling him down for another, more thorough kiss. He moaned low in his
throat when their tongues met, and her whole body responded to the noise and
the kiss. She couldn’t help it; Quinn just turned her on... big time .
     
    Quinn once again pulled back first, giving her a couple of
smaller pecks at the corner of her mouth before straightening up. She grabbed
the hand that was falling away from her face, kissing his knuckles, and then
looked up at him.
     
    “You do not need to apologize, Quinn. Nothing was your
fault,” Margot said.
     
    He rolled his lips in and nodded. Margot was not sure if he
believed her or not, but at least he was not arguing. “I’ll be back.”
     
    Margot nodded and let him go, and he walked out of their
office without a backwards glance. What was Margot supposed to think now? What
did that kiss mean, if anything?   Did he want to be with her? That was the kind of kiss Margot would
expect a man to give to a woman he cared about. Could Quinn possibly care about
her? She hoped so because she was really starting to care about him.
     
     
    ~~~~~
     
     
    Quinn walked into Peter’s office and shut the door behind
him. Peter motioned toward the chair sitting in front of his desk. Quinn took a
seat and waited. Peter watched him for a moment from behind his black framed
glasses, steepling his fingers in front of his mouth.
     
    “You doing alright, Quinn?” Peter asked cautiously.
     
    “Never better,” he replied dryly. Peter knew damn well he
wasn’t alright. What an ass .
     
    “Do you know why I wanted to talk to you?” Peter asked.
     
    Quinn just gave him a bored look. He had a few ideas.
     
    Peter sighed. “Quinn, the way you yelled at me on the phone
when you got to London is unacceptable, especially since you did it in front of
Margot.”
     
    Quinn raised an eyebrow. “What does Margot have to do with
it?”
     
    “Well, I don’t want her to think that it’s okay to talk to
me like that, because it’s not,” Peter said giving Quinn a pointed look. “And
between you and me, I want to ask her out, so I don’t want her to think I’m a
jerk.”
     
    Quinn fought the urge to assert his dominance and tell Peter
to stay away from his woman, but it wasn’t his place to say anything. Margot
and he were not together, even though they had sex - that was none of Peter’s
business. It was also none of Quinn’s business if Peter wanted to ask Margot
out, he wouldn’t stop him. He knew that Margot would most likely say no, but he
wasn’t going to tell Peter that.
     
    “I didn’t know you liked her,” Quinn muttered, hopefully
giving off the vibe that he didn’t really give a shit.
     
    “Yeah, I mean she’s gorgeous and smart and funny, what’s not
to like?” Peter smirked.
     
    Quinn hummed and nodded. He couldn’t agree more. Do not
assert dominance, do not assert dominance...
     
    “I was thinking about taking her to La Veranda. Something a
little upscale and romantic. I think she would like it,” Peter said
thoughtfully.
     
    “That’s great, are we done here?” he asked shortly and
stood.
     
    “Oh, yeah, right. I forgot that you don’t like Margot,”
Peter said with a dismissive wave. Oh, if he only knew . “Anyway, I’m giving you a