Dispute Resolution

Chapter Fifteen

Gray pulled the condom off, tied a knot and threw it onto the floor. He would put it away properly later, right now he just wanted to lie here and be with Quinn. He pulled her against him and revelled in the feel of her, her skin against his. She was soft and smooth and he ran his fingers up and down her back, over her hip bone and circling her perfect arse. He could lie like this with her forever, but he would content himself with a few hours.

As he lost himself to her, his thoughts drifted as well, thoughts about Quinn and how different she was to any other woman he'd ever been with. Conceded, his past had been filled with supermodels, actresses, daughters of wealthy businessmen who knew how to behave among the upper class. Quinn, he knew, had middle-class roots. He'd never been with anyone with such lowly groundings and yet she seemed far less interested in his wealth and assets than the women of his past. Victoria had only been interested in maintaining her status quo, her salubrious lifestyle and he had just been a facilitator for that. Unfortunately for her, the fact that she had also wanted to maintain her promiscuous, party girl ways had meant the end of her free ride with him.

Quinn didn't seem interested in any of that. She'd never asked him about his money, about how his business was going, what was his latest venture. She didn't even seem to think it was important to impress him and yet he found himself impressed and intrigued by her. She was too busy trying to fight for what was right, or so it seemed. Maybe it was all just a front- get him into bed, sink her claws in and take him for everything. It was pathetic to think that, he knew, but he'd been burned in the past and he wanted to find out, to believe that she was as pure as he hoped.

"Sorry I couldn't be there to meet you this afternoon," he said.

"It's okay."

"I trust you found my car without too much trouble?"

She laughed. "It's not hard to miss."

"What do you mean?"

"I've never seen any car like it, so it's kind of instantly recognisable."

"You don't know what kind of car it is?"

"No. What is it?" He gazed at her. It was the first thing Victoria had commented on. "What?" she asked. He'd been silent for too long.

"It's an Aston Martin," he told her.

"Oh. Okay. It's a very nice car."

Now it was his turn to laugh. "Thanks."

"What?"

"You. Most women squeal as soon as I say what type of car I drive."

"Well, I've never heard of it. And besides, I've never seen you drive it," she pointed out.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. It's always been Curtis."

"I'll just have to take you for a drive then," he said.

"Really? Like a date?" she said sarcastically.

"Sure, like a date."

"You're serious?"

"How would you like to come and watch a football game with me tomorrow?"

"Football, huh? Not really my thing..." she said but he caught the ghost of a smile from her sexy mouth.

"Probably not a good idea anyway," he said, rolling onto his back and chuckling softly to himself.

Quinn propped her chin up on one elbow and looked at him. "That's it, you're not even going to try and twist my arm?"