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I shrugged.
“Is that your ex?” he asked.
I didn’t look behind me, but I knew Baskins was looking at Quinn.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“So you’re single?”
I frowned. “If he’s my ex, then that would make me single.”
He snorted. “I meant, are you single, or trying to teach your ex a lesson, single?”
I didn’t know what that had to do with anything, but I said, “Single’s single, Baskins.”
“No,” he moved so close I could smell the beer on his breath “It’s not.”
Baskins was hot. Don’t get me wrong.
However, I didn’t get anything warm and tingly happening to me when Baskins crowded me.
But those warm tingly feelings went absolutely electric when I felt his presence come up behind me and said, “How about you let us speak alone for a few minutes?”
Baskins’s eyes went over my shoulder before he said, “How about you take a hint and leave?”
I could feel the heat radiating off of Quinn’s back when he said, “I don’t think I will.”
I patted Baskins on the shoulder before saying, “I know you’re trying to help. You think you can, but really, there’s nothing about Quinn and me that you can fix.”
Baskins immediately backed off, proving he really was a good guy. “If you need me, you know my number.”
I didn’t.
Actually, he didn’t give his number out to anyone, being the secretive guy that he was. But obviously, Quinn didn’t need to know that.
With one last look at me, Baskins took off, leaving me alone partially in the hallway with everyone else a half a bar away.
“Come to my hotel with me,” Quinn ordered.
Of course there wouldn’t be a nice, polite request from Quinn Carter.
I mean, why would he make this easy on either one of us?
He knew what his orders did to me.
Which was probably why he did it.
“I…”
His hand smoothed around my waist, and he pulled me back to him.
I felt his arousal pressing against my backside, and long-ago memories of how it felt to be wrapped up in his arms as he used a certain appendage to drive me insane popped up into my thoughts.
God, even at eighteen, the man had known what he was doing.
The first time we’d had sex had been four weeks after we’d met. It’d been in the bathroom at the high school at his senior prom that he’d invited me to.
We never made it into the gym to celebrate, either.
