Chapter 36

CHAPTER36

“When were you going to tell me?” came the quietly murmured words as Quinn stood there wondering why Bailey was groaning pathetically against the kitchen table.

At her next incoherent mumble, Quinn threw Tristan a questioning look. “She negotiated her interrogation.”

“Totally worth it,” Bailey mumbled as she slapped her hands against the kitchen table and pushed herself up into a sitting position and-

“Owie.”

Somehow landed on the floor, where she immediately curled up into the fetal position, leaving Quinn standing there, biting back a sigh as he glanced at his best friend and asked, “Caffeine?”

“It was yummy,” came the sleepily mumbled words from the kitchen floor.

“She drove a hard bargain,” Tristan murmured absently as he threw the small woman curled up in a ball on his kitchen floor a curious look.

“I bet she did,” Quinn said, biting back a sigh as he walked over to the table, moved the chair out of the way, leaned down and picked the small woman who should have known better off the floor and-

“When were you going to tell me?” Tristan asked.

“Soon,” Quinn said, wondering how this was going to play out.

“She really is a cute little thing,” Tristan said when Bailey grumbled, shifted, and began lightly snoring in his arms.

“Yes,” Quinn said, turning his head and kissed her forehead as he kept his gaze locked on Tristan, “she is.”

Nodding slowly, Tristan took a sip of coffee as he considered him. “You should have told me sooner.”

“Yes, I should have,” Quinn murmured in agreement as Bailey snuggled closer to him.

“She’s too fucking kind,” Tristan said, shaking his head in disgust.

“Yes, she is,” Quinn said, chuckling when Bailey grumbled in his arms, making him wonder just how much caffeine she’d had.

“She also has no idea who’s behind this,” Tristan said, watching him curiously before adding, “And neither do you, but you have an idea.”

“Several.”

“Care to share with the class?” Tristan asked as he turned his attention to his laptop.

“The ex-business partner and at least one of her employees,” Quinn said, still working through several possibilities in his head.

“That’s what Nathan said,” Tristan murmured absently as he frowned at something on his laptop.

“What else did he say?” Quinn asked, glancing down at the small woman in his arms and just fucking sighed as he watched her blindly reach over and did her best to steal Tristan’s coffee.

“Besides threatening to kill both of us if anything happened to his sister?” Tristan asked as he grabbed his coffee before the little faker could. That was followed by cracking one eye open to glare at Tristan, a grumble, and settling unhappily in his arms before gesturing for them to continue.

“Are you going to join us for this conversation?” Quinn asked as he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“I’m going to continue eavesdropping with the hopes that you say something that you don’t want me to know about,” came the mumbled response, followed by Bailey raising her hand and once again gesturing for them to get on with it.

“Sounds like a solid plan,” Quinn said, only to glare when the little brat wiggled her bottom enticingly on his lap.

God, she was fucking evil and she knew it too, judging by the way that her lips twitched when she did it, bringing his mind back to the one place that he was struggling to avoid. He’d been inside her twice in the past twenty-four hours and-

Fucking. Evil, Quinn thought, forced to bite back a groan when she did it again. He was in fucking agony. All he could think about was just how fucking good it felt when the tip of his cock slid inside her. He’d never felt anything like it, warm, wet, and so fucking tight…

“Perhaps we should talk about this later?” Tristan suggested, sounding really fucking amused while Quinn sat there, struggling to focus.

“I’m fine with discussing this now,” Bailey said with a satisfied sigh as she gave up pretending to be asleep and sat up, wiggled, shifted so that she was sitting on his lap with her back to him, and-

“Jesus Christ,” Quinn groaned, forced to grab hold of her hips to stop her from torturing him when she wiggled again.

“You know what would be fun?” Bailey asked with another fucking wiggle.

God, he was going to spank her ass…

“What’s that?” Tristan murmured absently.

“If we started with my questions first,” Bailey said, nodding solemnly as Quinn was forced to stop thinking about just how fucking good she’d felt, how much he liked kissing and touching her.

“You know what would be even more fun than that?” Tristan countered.

“What’s that?” Bailey asked, leaning forward with a heartfelt sigh so that she could use the table to prop her chin on her fist while she waited for an answer.

“If you tell me that secret that you’ve been keeping from your brother first.”