Paragon

⊰❉⊱ 66 ⊰❉⊱

I blew the dust off the bottle.

This would do.

I left my vault as quickly as I had entered it. The hour was nearing six and she would be sat in London's traffic now.

I dressed more formally than usual. A crisp white shirt hugged my body under a pair of suit pants that only complimented the curve of my hips. Gorgeously tailored to every inch of me. But Quinn looked this good and better every day. I still wanted to give her something to smirk about.

 I pulled a navy satin tie out from the walk-in closet and watched my golden eyes in the mirror. My hands deftly wove a Windsor knot at my throat before I folded the collar back into place.

Elder blood. One step closer to the halls of Bank.

I shook my head and pulled my suit jacket off the rail to complete the marvel Paragon tailors had formed. Mortals had strived for such perfection and waltzed it down runways year after year. But they did not have the tailors we did. 

I pulled the edges of my shirt cuffs as the elevator chimed.

How did she keep doing that?

I heard the song of her voice complaining in the hallway before I even turned in the closet.

"–wouldn't believe the audacity of him! He was in my office spitting nonsense with the entitlement of the Royal family!"

I grinned walking out and hearing a pair of heels stride furiously to the window. Her handbag and jacket made an audible puff against the sofa. I merely crossed my arms and leant against the wall to enjoy the show.

She was pacing before the window, her hands animated in her retelling of her ordeal.

"...it's like he's never heard the word common curtesy, let alone display it. Honestly Fletcher, I don't know how you lived back in a time when men thought they ruled the–"

Her words stopped when she finally glanced at me.

Her eyes started with the top of my head. My hair swept up, high into a pony-tail I only bothered with when I wanted my jaw on display, or I was shooting at something. Then they trailed slowly down my neck, and to the suit hugging my form.

"It seems you've become speechless, Quinn. A first." I smirked darkly.

She dropped her hands and suddenly ran one through her loose hair and dodged my gaze. A blush flooded her cheeks before she turned her back to me. My grin became wicked.

"Do finish the story Adams... I'm sure you didn't get to the best part." I quipped, pushing off the wall and stalking towards her deliberately.

She stuttered. She actually stuttered her response. Quinn, the lethal verbal jouster and flawlessly confident mortal that made you doubt even your own immortality.

"I–I was just making the point..."

"Mmhm?" I murmured, a foot from her back.

"Can you–just stop looking at me like that." She shot back, staring out at the glass.

"You seem flustered, mortal. I can always take this off."

She scoffed but it was half strangled. She finally turned to me with red still coating her cheeks. But facing me again did nothing good for her heart. It doubled as she flicked her eyes down me quickly.

"I know what you're doing, Fletcher." She managed.

My face showed innocence.

"As distracting as you are I will still get answers–"