Dirty Rogue: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance(13)

I take the subway to Midtown, emerging into the bright July morning with a spring to my step and hope in my heart.

And Christian Pierce on my mind.

Bennett Walker turns out to be several inches shorter than I am, a concentrated ball of energy waiting to take on the day. He greets me as soon as I enter the building lobby. “Bennett Walker,” he says, holding out his free hand. In the other hand, he carries a leather portfolio. “Everyone calls me Walker. Feel free.”

“Quinn Campbell.” He rocks up and down on the balls of his feet, always ready to speed off in a different direction.

“We’re on the eighth and ninth floors,” he says as he guides me across to the security station, where the men there create a new I.D. badge that I will need to access the elevators. “I’m glad you’re here early. There are actually a couple of meetings already on your schedule for this morning.”

“Orientation meetings?”

“Client meetings.”

I don’t let the shock show on my face, although I can’t believe they’re having me meet with clients on my first day. “Okay,” I say as we wait for the next elevator car to arrive. “I’m assuming there will be some kind of briefing?”

“You’re good, Campbell,” Walker says with a grin on his face. “I can hardly tell you’re rattled. The briefing is going to be—” He glances down at his wristwatch. “Right now. Buckle up.”





Chapter 10

Christian





I don’t give a f*ck about what happened on Friday night, but my father does.

Color me shocked.

Melody wasn’t pleased about the verbal exchange I had with Quinn Campbell across the table when she showed up with Carolyn. She was pissed when they sat down and furious that they stayed, and she didn’t hide it very well.

To her credit, Quinn never seemed to let it affect her. She quickly engaged herself in conversations with Todd’s and Jeff’s dates and played off Carolyn’s contributions to the conversation. By the time they polished off the last of their drinks—wine for Carolyn and vodka and Red Bull for Quinn—and gathered their clutch purses to go, Melody’s anger was rolling off of her in waves.

It was disappointing enough to watch Quinn’s back as she receded into the crowd, and so goddamn irritating that I couldn’t explain why I was so drawn to her, couldn’t pinpoint the thing that kept my eyes laser-focused on her face, the curve of her shoulders, the neckline of her dress, for the rest of the night. Maybe it’s just the fact that she radiates a confidence like nobody I’ve ever seen. Maybe it’s the fact that she doesn’t seem to be swept away by me. For once, I’m not in control.

It’s not my favorite feeling.

I wasn’t always this way, but ever since—

No.

I shove the thought out of my mind. I don’t want to think back to those days, back to my brother, back to our eighteenth birthday, back to the party…

It has nothing to do with Quinn Campbell.

It has everything to do with Quinn Campbell, and you know it.

I run my hands down over my face, then try to force my attention back to my computer screen.

It doesn’t work.

What the f*ck is wrong with me? Quinn Campbell is a woman I cannot—absolutely cannot—afford to get involved with. I don’t know how I’m so sure. I don’t know how I can sense it. But I know that if Quinn Campbell gets too close to me, I won’t be able to resist her. I won’t be able to keep her from knowing the deepest parts of me.

Then she’ll know my secret.

And no one can know my secret.

A meeting reminder pops up in the corner of my computer screen, and I push my chair away from my desk with infinite care to keep from slamming my fists against it. It’s time to make my way to my father’s office. He has summoned me to a meeting, and by the terse tone of his message, it’ll be regarding the events of Friday night.

After Quinn and Carolyn took off, I sat next to a seething Melody for as long as I could stand it, trying to defuse the tension with a few well-placed one-liners. She was having none of it, and my patience grew thin pretty f*cking quickly.

For the first time in a long time, I left the Swan before my friends.

It’s been months—years, maybe—since I’ve taken a risk like that. Christian Pierce never bails. He’s the goddamn life of the party. He’s the last one to leave.

Not Friday night.

I had put down my glass—by then, I was getting by on water, that’s how terrible the pain in my head was becoming—and stood up, waving away my friends’ expressions of concern and shocked looks.

“Where you going, buddy?” Todd said, his voice too loud. His date cuddled up into his shoulder, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before he found his way to one of the Swan’s hotel rooms to spend the rest of the night undressed with her. I wished for one moment that I had been able to leave with Quinn, take her back to my place and undress her, but that ship had sailed.

“Calling it a night,” I said with a devilish smile that suggested I’d be doing otherwise, just not at the Swan. Let them think I was going to another exclusive club, or some dive bar or a hotel room somewhere.

I gracefully acknowledged their drunken chorus of goodbyes, then tried to fade away into the crowd.