Catching Avery

Chapter 10

Lust: Because...pfft...who didn't want to do them? Lesbians...maybe lesbians.

Avery~

Quinn put both her hands on her hips, making her five-foot-five-inch frame as intimidating as she could. "What do you want, Nick?"

He raised both his eyebrows at her aggressiveness. "How do you know I really don't want to speak to you about the management changes?"

"I don't know," she drawled out sarcastically. "Maybe because I'm not a fool? If this were work related, then Julian would have requested to speak with us. You know, Julian? Our boss?"

"Uh, last I checked, Nick and I are your bosses, too," Chase reminded her, all the while starting to stalk towards her.

Since the conference room took up the entire floor, it wasn't designed like all of the other conference rooms in the building. The department conference rooms had clear glass walls where anyone could look inside. This room's only windows were set high on the back wall. Their only purpose was to let light in because they were too high for anyone to be able to look through. Well, except maybe Julian. It was also scarcely furnished to accommodate the large numbers that amassed in here.

So, with no obvious windows in the room, I wasn't surprised when Chase wrapped his right arm around Q, then pulled her to his body. "But if you want to play boss, I'm okay with that, sweetheart."

She pushed him away, ignoring his nonsense. "Why'd you hold us back, Nick?"

If I didn't think that Q would castrate Chase at some point, I wouldn't mind seeing them together. With his charm and her ferociousness, they could probably rule the world. I had a feeling that Nicholas liked her for Chase, too. It would explain why he was always honest with her.

"I really just wanted to speak with Avery, but I thought it would look odd if I asked for only her to stay behind," he answered candidly.

If I hadn't been standing in the middle of the room with them, I would have started banging my head up against the wall. This man, though sexy he may be, was making me crazy. If he refused to act like my boss, then how in the hell was I supposed to remember that he was off-limits?

"And what did you want to speak to me about?"

He threw that irritating smirk of his my way. "I think it would be best if we had this conversation without an audience, Imp."

I couldn't help myself. "Oh, please," I snorted. "Because everyone in this room doesn't already know more about me than my licensed therapist?" I couldn't roll my eyes hard enough.

Then Julian did something that I'd never seen him do before, or in any of his magazine photos. He gifted us with a genuine, full-blown, teeth-showing smile, and it was so majestic and stunning that I thought I saw a unicorn standing behind him under a rainbow that was floating down four-leaf clovers.

The sonofabitch had dimples.

Just when I thought that he couldn't get any more gorgeous, he had to go and have a deep set of dimples to go with his smile. I mean, it was almost a hotness overload to see Julian's dimples pop out on a face that already made you want to masturbate to.

"Holy fuck," Quinn choked out, and I was so happy to hear that I wasn't the only one struck dumb with the sight, and that Quinn was also getting a load of this miracle. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing, Ace?"

"Uh huh," was my snappy reply.

"Oh, for fuck's sakes," Chase snapped as he stood in front of Quinn to block her view of Julian. "Julian, stop smiling, and you, have some respect. He belongs to Isabella. You remember Isabella, right? Your friend?"