Chapter 32

With a single quick movement, he rolled us over until he was lying on me. “The Company has nothing to do with you and me and tonight. I haven’t lied to you. I’ve been thinking of us in bed, not since earlier this evening but since the warehouse. I was serious about that.”

I brushed the hair off his forehead and stared into his eyes.

“Please, Mark.”

“How long?”

“Excuse me?”

“If I say yes, how long do westay together? Would it just be tonight?”

“If that’s all you want, yes, although I’d prefer it to be longer.”

“All right.” I didn’t let him see how relieved I was. This had been an excellent night, and screwing Quinn was only part of it. Bantering with him, snarking with him, just talking to him…It was nice. “But how long do you expect me to wait? I’ve already been with the Company for a decade—”

“Hardly that, Mark. It’s been not quite a year.”

“Well, it feels like ten.” I pinched his ass. “I’m not going to waste my talents with people who don’t care a fuck how good I am.”