Wrote this a while ago because I didn't think poor Quinn should be on his own, bless him. All reviews welcome, as ever.
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The Heat of the Moment
Chapter 1
It was late afternoon and Quinn sat by the pool reading his English newspaper and chilling out with a cold beer. It had been another hot day with barely a cloud in the sky, even though the weather was gradually starting to turn more autumnal with the evenings noticeably cooler now. In a month or so he might have to decide whether to overwinter at the villa or head home, but there was no need to rush into anything yet.
He thought back over everything that had happened during the last year, how his life had changed since Dominic sought him out in London and put the original plan to him. To be honest, he'd always found Alvo a bit of a pain and the news that he was involved in trafficking drugs didn't come as any great surprise, nor the fact that he was intercepting some of Dominic's couriered packages, just a little bit here and there, but enough to make Dominic and his partners somewhat annoyed. Quinn was just supposed to spy on him, see if he could find out who he was working with and report back, that was it. Certainly having him killed was never part of their plan, and apparently that was down to a certain corrupt lady detective who had become a loose cannon, and who Dominic was very pleased to see the back of. Quinn didn't know if he believed this entirely, but Dominic had kept his part of the bargain to see that he was pretty much left alone even by the corrupt local police force, and he'd come out of it with a cool quarter million and the villa as the price of his silence, so things hadn't turned out too badly.
He'd had an interesting time that summer, doing very little other than eating, drinking, working on his tan and picking up women, or more often being picked up by them. He was frankly amazed how many nubile women seemed to find him attractive, in fact it had been a bit of a revelation. He'd cultivated a favourite bar and got into the habit of sitting with a beer watching the world go by, and more often than not a lone female would approach him, even before she had any idea that he had a nice house and some money. It had done his ego no end of good – and his end no harm either, he thought, smiling at his own bad joke. One or two had actually referred to him as "gorgeous", and that was before they'd even seen the size of his dick.
He chuckled to himself, remembering the pretty Glaswegian that really couldn't get enough of him. She'd made a play for him in a bar and within half an hour she had her tongue down his throat and her hand on his crotch. Soon after, he was getting the best blow-job of his life down a dark alleyway before taking her back to the villa for more of the same. He'd never met a woman who enjoyed giving head so much, joked that she must have a G-spot in her throat and christened her "Dyson", which she seemed to take some pride in. They'd enjoyed the kind of sex that would make readers of the Kama Sutra blush in just about every room of the house before she had to go home, at which point he slept almost solidly for two days, literally shagged out. That was one number on his mobile he'd definitely be calling if he decided to head homewards.
Yes, it had definitely been both fun and an education, but there was something missing. He found himself feeling oddly lonely, thinking it would be nice to wake up to the same face on the pillow in the morning for a change, maybe have someone to share this unexpected good fortune with. He'd concocted a story about having been left the villa and a bit of money by a childless uncle, and nobody had thought to question it so far.
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Heading into town later to get some food he was surprised to see a hire car seemingly abandoned at the side of the road. It was unusual to see much traffic round here at the best of times and he presumed that the driver must have got lost and broken down, and this was confirmed when he spotted a female figure a bit further down the road, slim and blond, with shapely legs. She turned to flag him down, watching as he pulled over, and leaning into the car with a relieved smile. Very tasty, he thought. Creamy skin, big green eyes, warm smile.
"I presume that's your car back there?"
She rolled her eyes at him, mock-pouting.
"It is. The damned thing just gave up the ghost, no idea why. I phoned the company but they were going to be hours so I thought I'd walk to a main road in the hopes of cadging a lift. Any chance?"
She batted her eyelashes at him, and he smiled.
"No problem, I'm heading into town anyway. Hop in."
She paused for a second, mock-serious.
"You're not a mad axe-murderer by any chance, are you?"
He laughed, pretending to check around the jeep. If only she knew.
"Nope, no axes. I prefer to shoot 'em actually, less messy …"
She grinned and climbed in next to him, holding out her hand in greeting.
"Laurie, by the way."
He took her small hand and shook it briefly.
"Quinn, Nice to meet you."
"Don't suppose your first name's 'Mighty', is it?"
He smirked, putting the car into gear and pulling out.
"Just Quinn. Don't suppose your surname's 'Driver', is it?"
He winked, and she got the joke and laughed.
"Touche!"
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Laurie looked surreptitiously across at his profile as he concentrated on the road ahead. Blond hair flopping over his forehead, sexy pout, fabulously long eye-lashes. And she'd already been blown away by his beautiful blue eyes. Wow, he was gorgeous, she was definitely going to enjoy working this con. She'd heard about the handsome Englishman living alone in the big villa, and she'd been keeping an eye on his movements for a couple of weeks now, but only from a distance. She knew he was tall and well-built with endless legs, but his blond good looks were quite overwhelming close up, and he seemed intelligent and funny with bags of charm. The biggest mystery was why he was out here alone. She thought about the small but vital part of the hire car sitting in her handbag and felt no guilt whatsoever.
He glanced over at her and smiled, and she felt her stomach flip. This was most definitely going to be business mixed with pleasure.
"So. What brings you to Majorca, Laurie?"
And so it begins, she thought.
"Just needed to get away on my own for a while. It's been a tough year, some problems at home … I won't bore you with the details …"
She looked down at her hands, twisting her fingers in a carefully rehearsed gesture, aware of his eyes on her briefly as he changed gear.
"You can tell me, if you want. I'm a good listener."
"Only if I can take you for a drink to say thanks for the lift."
She looked at him, holding her breath, but his lips twitched into a smile.
"That would be very nice, but only if you let me pay. I'm a bit old-fashioned like that."
He gave her a very sexy wink, and she felt a thrill go through her at the thought of seducing him. The difficulty was going to be keeping her hands off him that night but she never put out on a first date however much she might want to, it gave the wrong impression.
"Well, if you insist. You an eccentric millionaire or something?"
He laughed, thinking she was closer than she realised.
"Not quite. Anyway, why don't we do dinner? I spend too much time eating alone."
This was almost too easy, she thought. Lord, those eyes were unreal.
"I'd love to – if you're sure?"
"Hmmm, let me think. Another night "O Sole Mio" or the company of a beautiful, charming, intelligent woman. No contest!"
He smiled at her, slowing down as the weight of traffic increased.
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Quinn dropped her off at her hotel and waited in the bar while she showered and changed, and then they drove to a small but authentic Spanish restaurant he'd recently discovered. She looked stunning in a long summer dress, hair up and green eyes accentuated by a little touch of eye-liner and mascara. He was pleased to discover she was also excellent company, witty and self-deprecating, and he found himself having a very pleasurable evening which was flying by far too quickly. He noticed she skilfully deflected his attempts to bring her out regarding the home situation, so he let the subject drop, still intrigued and determined to pursue it some other time.
After the meal, he drove her back to the hotel and stopped for a drink in the bar at her invitation. Not wanting the evening to end, he took a deep breath and a chance, clearing his throat nervously while concentrating on swirling his brandy gently round his glass.
"You know, the night is still young. You could come back to the villa ... no strings, you understand, there's plenty of space…"
She put her hand over his, and their eyes met and locked while the air seemed to crackle round them.
"That is a very tempting invitation, Mr Quinn. But I think we both know where that would lead, and we have only known each other a few hours …"
This was proving even easier than she could have hoped. Lonely, vulnerable and drop-dead gorgeous to boot. The only problem was the insistent throbbing between her thighs every time she looked at him, and he was so close that she could smell the heady masculine scent of him combined with a subtle hint of aftershave. If she didn't say goodnight soon her willpower was in serious danger of failing her all together. Luckily, he solved the problem for her by not pressing the point.
"In that case, I insist on seeing you tomorrow. How about I cook you dinner? In fact, why not come for the afternoon and enjoy some time by the pool first?"
They agreed that he would pick her up in time for lunch, and he insisted on walking her back to her room before leaving. She knew just how to play it, she thought, keen but not a pushover … or under, for that matter. They reached her door and she turned to him with a smile.
"Well, this is me. Thankyou for such a lovely evening."
She leaned in to give him a chaste peck on the lips, but his mouth met hers full on and she offered little resistance, opening to him willingly, their tongues exploring, teasing, dancing over one another erotically for the first time. He was an excellent kisser and he tasted delicious, a subtle hint of coffee and brandy mixed with something unmistakeably him. She felt her head begin to spin and her legs weaken as the kiss became more intense and demanding, and her hands went instinctively to the back of his head, pulling him in closer. It was only when she felt his hardness pressing against her hip that some sense finally prevailed and she broke away reluctantly, feeling slightly breathless.
His eyes were dark with desire and she almost changed her mind, but she steeled herself and stood firm.
"You have no idea how tempted I am to invite you in, but this is all happening so quickly … I just need some time … "
He bent forwards to touch his forehead to hers with a sigh, taking her hands in his.
"Fair enough. I'll see you in the morning then. I suspect I'm in for a rather restless night now."
He released her reluctantly with a wink, and she felt her face flush.
"You and me both. Till tomorrow, then …"
He made his way back along the corridor as she slipped into her room and leaned back against the door. She'd just experienced the best kiss of her life from arguably the sexiest man she'd ever met. This was one job she was really going to enjoy …
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