chapterfive
Quinn
I turn away from Amber because if I don’t, I know I won’t be able to walk away. Holy fuck. It’s been hard enough to stay away from her without knowing how her sweet mouth tastes and how good the velvet hard tips of her tits feel against my tongue.
I adjust my dick as the doorbell rings for the second time. I don’t know whether or not to be pissed or thankful for whoever is on the other side of that door.
I swing it open and I’m met with the heated gaze of Eileen Perry.
“Ms. Perry,” I say because I’m still not sure if I want to pursue things with this woman. No, I don’t want to, but maybe I should. Fuck, the thought of touching her makes me sick though. Not because she’s not a perfectly attractive woman. I’m sure she is. But after I met Amber, every other woman might as well be my damn sister.
Eileen clicks her tongue. “None of that. I’ve told you to call me Eileen.” She holds up foil-wrapped container. “I brought you a casserole.”
I try to offer her a smile. But I hate casseroles. Truly loathe them. I do not want to eat all my food in a bowl mixed together. I like to know what I’m eating and have each element easily identifiable. Sticking it all in a nine by thirteen dish with some cream of whatever soup and a couple cups of cheese does not make that shit taste good.
Eileen’s brows raise.
Then Amber’s shoving past me to grab the casserole from the older woman’s hands. “Thank you, Ms. Perry. You know how Quinn is, just not much of a talker. I’ll put this in the fridge for later.”
Eileen’s mouth is agape watching my young housekeeper take charge of the situation.
“Come on in, Ms. Perry. I made some pie, if you want a slice,” Amber calls from the kitchen.
What is happening right now?
“I don’t suppose a bite would hurt,” Eileen says. Then she turns and I realize she has her son with her. “Cain, you stay on out here and entertain yourself. Don’t wander or get into trouble,” she adds with a pointed finger.
Cain. Seems like you’re just asking for trouble to name your son after the first murderer on earth.
When Eileen passes by me I nearly choke on the amount of perfume she’s wearing. With my eyes watering, I nearly miss her son flip me the bird. Punk. I shut the door. And turn and nearly walk right into Eileen.
“We can sit wherever.”
“I set your pie slices on the table,” Amber says from the kitchen doorway. “I’m going outside for a bit.”
I want to tell her no, that she should stay. But I keep my mouth shut and just walk to the table and sit at the head of the table so Eileen can’t sit right next to me.
When she sits I can clearly see that she wears far too much make-up. She’d probably be much prettier without all that caked on her face. The back screen door slams and Eileen jumps in her seat.
“Your property is sure nice out here, Quinn. This ranch is truly beautiful.”
“Thank you, ma’am. We do what we can to keep things thriving.”
“It’s you and your brothers?” she asks. Then she takes a bit of the pie and I want to slap the fork out of her hand. “Whoa, that’s so rich. One bite is more than enough for me. Don’t want to add anything I can’t work off tomorrow morning on the elliptical.”
She doesn’t even deserve to eat Amber’s pie.