Lost in Love by Kate Perry Read Free Book Online

mixing business and pleasure. He remembered the lace ties that held up her stocking and felt a surge of eagerness to get on to the pleasure part.
    He stood and held out his hand. “Welcome to the Waite Hotel Group, duchess.”

Chapter Seven
    A man spoke just outside her office. Meredith stilled, alert, even though she recognized that it wasn’t Quinn.
    A girl could hope, though.
    Sighing, she dropped her head into her hands. Ever since Quinn saw her list, she’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop.
    He hadn’t said a word to her.
    At least not about her list. Yes, he’d talked to her, but it’d all been business related. She didn’t know how she felt about that. She was torn between leaving the situation as-is and pretending that he’d never seen it, or shaking him and demanding to know what he was thinking.
    It made her uncomfortable.
    Edgy.
    She hated that he was obviously not very affected when she so totally was. She couldn’t focus on work. She couldn’t eat. She felt like she was constantly waiting. She heard him say I’m going to help you in his deep, sexy voice over and over in her head until it drove her crazy with need.
    Each night since, she hurried back to her hotel room to touch herself, imagining the things he’d whisper to her in his wicked voice. Only the tension never eased—it mounted because her touch wasn’t enough.
    She wanted his.
    What a conundrum, because if she let him touch her, there was a good chance she wouldn’t be able to climax, and then what would that do to their working relationship?
    “Depressing,” she murmured.
    “Are you taking a nap?”
    Her head popped up, her cheeks burning as she blinked at the object of her desire. “Quinn. I didn’t hear you.”
    “Obviously.” He adjusted his glasses as he walked in. He unbuttoned his suit coat and sat on the corner of her desk.
    Close.
    She swallowed, trying not to breathe in his sexy scent. She forced her gaze up, so she wouldn’t stare at his private parts or be tempted to reach out and touch.
    “What are you doing?” he asked, glancing at the paperwork in front of her.
    Waiting for you to take me, she wanted to say. Her panties were damp, and she had to press her legs together. Because her cheeks began to burn, she ducked her head. “Just going over the antiques estimate to see where I can cut things for the Suncrest project.”
    “You may not have to use it. Jackson hired someone to help you go through all the junk that was taken from Suncrest Park.”
    All thought of her list and sex with Quinn fled, and she frowned. “What? Who?”
    “The daughter of the man we bought the estate from.”
    Meredith pursed her lips. “That could be a boon. Does she have a background in antiquities?”
    “No. She has great legs.”
    Meredith shrugged. “Jackson was always a leg man.”
    Quinn frowned. “You don’t mind having to work with her?”
    “Not unless she’s useless. But no matter how attractive she was to Jackson, he wouldn’t have sabotaged this project by bringing in someone incompetent.”
    Quinn stared at her, obviously thinking, though his thoughts were well guarded. Finally he said, “He wants to fuck her. You don’t mind that?”
    She blinked. “That was direct, wasn’t it?”
    “I think it was an accurate assessment of the way he was looking at her.”
    “I’m sure it was. I’m just used to polite euphemisms and veiled innuendos,” she said, trying to diffuse the thickness in the air.
    Quinn stared at her like he could see through her. “There’s nothing veiled about me, Meredith. Are you ready to go?”
    She shook her spinning head. When had she lost a handle on this conversation? “Go where?”
    “To take care of an item on your list.”
    “My list?”
    “You didn’t think I’d forget, did you?”
    She’d hoped he wouldn’t, and she’d hoped he would. She smoothed her hair, wondering which item he was talking about. Surely he didn’t mean—
    He couldn’t possibly. It was