About Last Night (About Last Night #1)(53)

Quinn eyed me carefully in a way that made my body tremble. “I think it’s pretty and feminine. Just like you.” He added quickly, “And by the way, you look great. Your hard work has definitely paid off.”

I shook my head. “I’m still working on it. I’d like to be firmer in places, but as you can see…” I looked pointedly to the platter in front of us, “…I like cake.”

Quinn’s eyes darkened and he all but ground out, “Can I tell you something?” I nodded and he uttered a rough, “I don’t know about other men, but I like women soft. Your ass is amazing, and your tits are edible. I can barely stop myself from touching you, Maya. Honest.”

My breath left me in a whoosh. “I-I—”

He waved a hand at me. “No need to respond, babe. Just stating facts.”

Just. Stating. Facts. Oh no. I was pretty sure I’d just fallen for Matt Quinn, and there was nothing friendly about it. Why had I ever thought this was a good idea?

I was totally screwed.





Chapter TwentyFive



Quinn




Monday came with sunlight, warmth, and a sad smile on my face.

I woke up later than intended, but was lucky in the sense that I had no client today. It was a national holiday, which meant Harry wouldn’t be working. I sent him a text.

Me: Get your lazy ass up. I need coffee. Meet me at the pier.

I chuckled to myself, knowing Harry was an early riser and would have likely been up with the chickens at the crack of dawn.

Scrubbing a hand down my face, I lie back in bed and thought about the night before. I met Maya. And not only was she adorable, but she was funny, and kind, and lovely.

My hands covered my face and I groaned. I was getting hard just thinking of her. Jesus. People did not get hard over their friends, and according to how we left things last night, I was sure she wouldn’t book another appointment.



After we’d talked the majority of the night away, telling bad jokes and eating cake, Maya yawned.

My heart squeezed, because I knew what was coming.

She blinked up at me sleepily. “I should go.”

Not wanting to betray my feelings, I agreed, “It’s getting late.” I added with a smile, “But at least you don’t have to work tomorrow.”

She smiled back at me, nodding, “Yeah, I’ll probably go out to lunch with my brother.”

I titled my head, curious, “You’re really close with him, huh?”

“Yeah. I mean, sure, he’s a pain in the ass, but he’s always there for me. He always supports me. He’s my biggest ally,” she uttered humbly.

I’d like to meet this guy. Any man who has the complete devotion of someone like Maya is all right in my book.

She stood and I kept my eyes on her as she changed. She put on her silky pink bra, slipped her dress over her head, and then surprised me as she walked over to the trash and threw in her panties. She must’ve felt my eyes on her, because she flushed and explained, “I didn’t bring my purse, I don’t have anything to hide them in. I can’t put them on yet; I’m too sore.”

I nodded my understanding, stood, and slid my jeans on, walking her to the door without a shirt. I planned on leaving as soon as Maya left, but I didn’t want to give her the impression I’d been waiting for her to leave. Truth is, I had such a great time that if she stayed till five a.m., I would have stayed too.

Placing my hand on the doorknob, I opened the door and she stepped out, turning to face me. “I’ll remember this experience my whole life, Quinn. You were everything I hoped you’d be.” She blushed charmingly and my heart seized.

I lifted my hand to cup her cheek. “No chance I’d be seeing you again?”

Averting my eyes, she shrugged lightly, prettily, and uttered a soft, “I’m not sure.”

I knew this was a no. If it wasn’t a definite, it was a no. I knew this from past experiences. My face lowered to hers and I pressed a chaste kiss onto her swollen, well-kissed lips. “It was so nice to meet you, Maya.”

Her arms came up and she wrapped them around my neck, squeezing. “You have no idea what this meant to me, Quinn.” She turned her face and kissed my cheek, feather-soft.

Then she turned and walked down the hall quickly, not turning back.

My stomach coiled tightly as I watched her leave.

Something told me Maya was done with me.



Okay, so she wasn’t going to book another appointment.

That didn’t mean we couldn’t be friends…did it?

I reached for my cellphone.

Me: Hey, dumpling, how are you feeling today? I hope you’re not too sore.

My bladder alerted me that we needed to take a piss, so I crawled out of bed and went to the bathroom. When I was done, I stretched, undressed, and took a quick shower. Drying myself in no time, I dressed in distressed jeans, a white fitted tee, and a black and white NY baseball cap to cover my wet hair, and then slipped on my white Everlast sneakers and grabbed my cell from the bed.

Two messages waited for me.

Harry: Already there, dude.

Maya: I feel sore in the best way possible. Don’t worry…it was worth it :)

I didn’t bother responding to Harry, but would always respond to Maya.