Love Takes Time by Adrianne Byrd Read Free Book Online

to Georgia, too, you know.”
    â€œYeah, but I don’t want Jonas thinking that I’m finished with my vacation so he can put me back to work.”
    â€œIssues.” Sterling buried his face into his paperwork once again. “I may be moving back to my Atlanta office myself. I need a slower pace for a while.”
    â€œFine. I guess I’ll have to come visit both of you.”
    Quentin finished pouring his drink and then settled back in his seat. “I am going to work one of these days…as soon as I settle on the career I’d like to pursue. You always said that I should pursue something I enjoy.”
    â€œYou mean now that your days of being a gigolo are over?”
    â€œI prefer the term connoisseur of women, ” he said, smiling and then glancing out of the window. “It takes a special kind of man to really appreciate women—the incredible artistry God creates in the curve of a woman’s hip, the size, weight and warmth of a good, firm breast. And their scent…” He swirled the amber liquid in his glass and remained thoughtful. “Did you know that every woman has their own unique scent?”
    Sterling glanced up from his papers.
    â€œIt’s true,” Quentin insisted. “It’s faint, buried beneath their perfume, soft baby powder and fruity lotions. But it’s there and it’s intoxicating—every one of them.”
    â€œWell, I’ll be damn,” Sterling sighed. “You’re a poet.”
    â€œConnoisseur,” Quentin repeated. “And damn proud of it.
    â€œI don’t know how I’m going to survive this arrangement. Monogamy is not in my DNA.”
    Minutes later, the limo turned onto the Hinton estate. A sea of lush green grass surrounded the long spiraling driveway. Quentin caught sight of two women out by the stables. Though he couldn’t identify who they were, his interest was piqued at the sight of thick ebony hair billowing in the wind. He hit a button on the door and his window slid down in time for him to hear the sound of women’s laughter floating on the air.
    Maybe this trip won’t be so dull after all.
    Antonio rolled the limo to a stop and a second later, Quentin and Sterling rustled through the main house’s eight-foot mahogany doors and into the grand foyer with its classic black-and-white marble and four angled 12-foot-tall archways.
    â€œHello, is anybody here?” Quentin called out.
    Beatrice appeared at the top of the second-floor banister with a stack of neatly folded towels in her arms. “Mr. Quentin, Mr. Sterling, you’re home.”
    Quentin raced up the curved staircase and wrapped his arms around the white-haired maid. “Beatrice, my love, I’ve finally come back to make an honest woman out of you.” He planted a big, sloppy kiss against her fleshy cheek.
    Beatrice’s full figure quaked in his arms as she laughed at his shenanigans. “Boy, unhand me before you tempt me to really make a man out of you.”
    â€œYou. Me. My bedroom at midnight. I’ll provide the wine and you bring the baby oil.”
    She gasped. Her smooth cocoa-brown complexion flushed a deep, dark burgundy. “I, um, oh, I, um—get on now.” She smacked him on the arm. “Just the devil, I swear.”
    Sterling just shook his head at their outrageous flirting.
    Quentin laughed and released her, but when she turned and walked away, he gave her one last surprise and pinched her.
    She jumped three feet and rewarded him with another smack. “Go on now before I put you over my knee.”
    â€œPromise?”
    â€œOh, you’re impossible,” she spat and stomped off.
    Sterling climbed the stairs. “Why do you do that?” he asked, shaking his head in disapproval. “What if she files a sexual harassment suit?”
    â€œRelax.” Q laughed. “Beatrice knows I’m only teasing.” He slapped his brother on the back