Quinn Wilson is scarred and damaged, heartbroken and plagued with guilt because of the lose of the woman she loved, but long before that being the daughter of Slade Wilson and Adeline Kane will do things to a person.
Fate has bigger plans than she...
"I don't see why I should take your name," Quinn grumbled as she and Sara stood at the side of the room, getting into the party had been easy, easy when the woman at the door had a thing for blondes.
" Quit your complaining I wasn't going to take the name of a man who tried to kill me. " Sara whispered over her glass.
"Strange you had no problem screwing his only daughter." Score one to me. Quinn grinned triumphantly.
Sara arched an eyebrow at her. "Are you still jealous?"
Sara had seen the look on her face as she had flirted outrageously with the woman at the door, she thought at one point she was about to launch herself at the poor woman.
Quinn frowned and crossed her arms. "I was not jealous, I was merely playing my part." I wanted to punch Yogi Bear!
Sara leaned in closer to whisper "You keep telling yourself that, maybe you will start to believe it eventually." Quinn felt the shiver run through her at the richness of her voice. Damn it I can never win a word battle with her.
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"Just don't leave me alone here these women freak me out, more than a few have been undressing me with their eyes." She looked around her nervously, a few women still had their eyes glued on her, she was certain one had grabbed her butt as they had walked in.
" I guess you better hope they don't have a bowl of their car keys. " Sara laughed, Quinn glared at her. "If that happens we are out of here!"
" Why Quinn Wilson don't tell me you are becoming such a prude. " I love teasing her.
"Have you looked around you Sara not one of them is under fifty each with their own Barbie doll lookalike attached to them." Quinn glanced behind her at the silver-haired woman whose eyes seemed glued to her behind. " I love women as much as the next Lesbian but this is freaking me out, I miss guys. " I never thought I'd say that.
"Hmm, it is a bit alarming," Sara observed joining Quinn in observing the room.
" Do not leave me alone with these women, I swear the moment you do I'm seconds away from filing a sexual harassment suit." I feel like a piece of meat around carnivores.
"It's like the freaking Stepford wives on acid." Quinn cringed.
Sara burst out laughing spraying the bits of drink she had not swallowed, coughing as it choked her.
"Oh dear, what happened?" Quinn faked interest as she timidly tapped her back. Why do people do this?
"You are too caring Quinn."
"Oh God Sara she is coming." Quinn sighed as she watched the woman approach them from behind.
"If she has her way you'll be saying that later as well." Sara laughed loving the evil stare Quinn gave her.
