Accepting Eva [Slick Rock 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Becca van Read Free Book Online

sleeping well, but she was trying to avoid discussing it. Last night he’d sent her off to bed after dinner, even though it had been her turn to clean up the dishes. When she had argued he had just taken her gently by the shoulders, turned her in the direction of her bedroom, and given her a small shove, and all without saying a word.
    Now, however, he relented and his sunny nature reasserted itself. “Thanks for the coffee, darlin’,” he said with a wink and returned to his work.
    Grayson gave her a smile when she offered him a cup. “Thanks, honey. Oh, before I forget, the bulb is out in the office closet. I’ll change it later.”
    “Don’t worry about it. Where’s Quin?”
    “He’s out giving an assessment on a wrecked car. Should be back in a bit.”
    “Tell him there’s coffee for him in the office if he wants it.”
    “If you made it, I know he will.”
    She went off to the office with a warm feeling in her chest. She really felt like she’d bonded with Gray and Pierson. Pierson was one of those men who would give her his last dime if she needed it and be happy about it, not caring that he didn’t have anything left for himself . And Gray always seemed to be finding reasons to pop into the office and check on her. Smiling to herself as she turned on the computer, she wondered if he’d loosened the bulb in the closet just to have an excuse to come fix it and then hang around and talk to her. Well, he would have to come up with a different reason, she thought, because she was perfectly capable of changing a lightbulb.
    Leaving the coffees on the desk, she dragged one of the chairs into the closet and climbed up. When she wobbled, she had to stabilize herself on one of the shelves. She was reaching for the blown lightbulb when a harsh voice said behind her, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
    Quin gripped her hips. Eva hadn’t heard him come in and his voice startled her. She would have taken a tumble from the chair if he hadn’t been holding her. But his tone of voice put her on the defensive.
    “What does it look like I’m doing?” She frowned down at him, but he didn’t let go of her hips. Even if he looked mad enough to spit, she couldn’t help but think how good his big hands felt on her.
    “Don’t you get sassy with me, little girl. Get down right now!” His cold-as-steel voice sent shivers racing up and down her spine. Good shivers.
    With slow deliberation she stepped down from the chair, his hands still on her hips. Back on the ground, she turned around to face him. He looked furious.
    “What is your problem? I was only changing the bulb.”
    “You will never do anything like that again, Eva. You put yourself in danger. Next time, you ask one of us to do it for you.”
    Eva bristled. She had seen Quin do this before. One moment he was the most considerate, chivalrous man she’d ever met, and the next he was a ball of overprotective rage. And she didn’t need it. “I’m quite capable of—”
    “I don’t give a fuck,” he snarled.
    Eva stared at him, shocked. Quin seemed to come back to himself. He released her and took a few steps back. “Sorry, I can be pretty aggressive.”
    “You think?”
    His eyes narrowed again. “Watch that tone, honey, or you’re going to find yourself facedown over my knee.”
    Astonishment stole her ability to reply for a moment. Her shock was followed almost at once by arousal. Heat flooded her at the thought of Quin throwing her over his knee. What is wrong with you, girl?
    There was a wicked gleam in Quin’s eye that made her wonder if he didn’t find that thought alluring, too. Mostly, though, he looked mad. “What did you say?” she asked.
    “You heard me, Eva. Let’s get a few things straight. I don’t want you doing anything dangerous. What if you had fallen off that chair and hit your head on the corner of the desk? If you fell while one of the compressors was on in the shop, we wouldn’t have heard you cry out. You