*** Quinn's POV ***
I was hooked. My thoughts were preoccupied for the next couple of days as I counted down the moments until I would see Joyce again. I had another live segment to get through, but I had freed up the afternoon and planned to get some shopping in for the evening.
Quinn: I'm hitting the grocery store for ingredients. Send me a list of what you want.
Joyce: I'm already a step ahead of you. Six, okay?
Quinn: Well if I don't have to stop at the store, I could come earlier. 😁
Joyce: I thought coming early was frowned upon in your line of work.
I blinked down at my screen and a slow smile spread across my face. I was afraid after our "interactive" chat on Wednesday that she might retreat, but she was bringing the flirty comments still. I know I needed to pace myself once we were face-to-face again, but damn she was feeding my desire for her.
"Quinn. We have a problem." Mir said walking into my recording space, his brow furrowed and his attention concentrated on his tablet. Mir had an inflated sense of doom and despair so this could be nothing.
Quinn: Duty calls, love. But don't worry. I'll hold out until you're ready for me to come. See you soon.
"Is that your woman?" Mir asked.
"Yeah, I'm going to her place tonight. You really came through for me with those flowers." I said, appreciatively.
"We might need her on this. It involves her." Mir ignored me and plowed on. Now he had my attention.
"What involves her?" I demanded.
"Well, I was reviewing media content that fans want to share on the live stream. Someone took pictures of you two in public. There's going to be questions." Mir explained carefully, not knowing how I would respond.
"Show me." I demanded.
He handed over the tablet. "They aren't damning, and they definitely aren't professional."
I flipped through the three photos. They were from the coffee shop. Us coming in from the rain, a fuzzy shot of us sitting across from each other holding hands, and the last one was me holding her in my arms. I hated that they'd captured her looking so vulnerable.
"It must have been the barista I blew off. She offered to let me sample her goods." I explained to Mir. "Joyce shut her down."
"Tramps of the world zero, therapy chick one." Mir noted crudely.
"Mir..." I growled looking back at the pictures.
"Sorry. How do you want to play this, Quinn?" He asked nervously.
I sighed and called Joyce, putting my phone on speaker. Her bright voice filled the room. "I thought duty called. You aren't instilling faith in me about your ability to..."
"Joyce, you're on speaker. Mir is with me. We have a slight problem." I cut her off, knowing she would be embarrassed by Mir listening in on what she was going to say.
"Ah, um, hi." She diverted to the shy woman she originally presented as.
"Hi, Joyce. Lovely to make your acquaintance." Mir said politely. "I just wish it were under better circumstances."
"What's going on?" Joyce asked.
"Are you someplace you can talk? Privately?" I checked.
"I pulled my door shut when I saw it was you." She admitted. "I wasn't sure... never mind."
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Seeking Escape
Romance*** Completed Story *** Quinn had plans to be a male model, but difficulty breaking into the industry and an agent's poor judgment landed him in a different industry for showcasing his "raw talents." Finding fame as a male pornstar, he is living the...
