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“So, I’ll, uh- I’ll see you at the meeting tonight, Quinn.” Logan finally says quickly, his eyes darting across my face.

“Uh, yep; uh-huh.”

He opens his mouth as if to say something more, but then closes it instead and turns back to my sister; “Nice to see you, Reagan.”

He’s barely out the door before my sister is turning to me, the corners of her mouth curling up into a huge grin; “
Oooookay
,
now
we’ve got something to talk about, don’t we?”

I nod pitifully, looking at the floor and just wincing.

“I mean, I’m right,
right
?”

When I say nothing, she comes over and wraps her arms around me, and I just melt into her shoulder, sniffing and trying not to let the emotions get the better of me; “Hey, you know I’m the
last
person in the world who’s going to judge you for falling for one of Dad’s guys.”
 

“I know, Ray, but it’s just such a fucking
cliché
!
”

Reagan shoots me a sharp look; “Well I don’t think
I’m
a cliché.”

“That’s because you
aren’t!
You and Hudson are like, soul mates or whatever; there’s history there.”

She smiles warmly at me; “Well, it seems you and Logan have histor-”

“
Yeah
, a one night stand is
hardly
history, Ray.” I say, barking out a sour laugh.

My sister shrugs; “Well, if that’s all it is, than what’s the problem?”

I guess my silence is enough for her to connect the dots, because the next thing I know, I’m starting to cry as she hugs me tightly and strokes my hair; “I don’t know!”

She squeezes me close, rubbing my back; “So, how about that mimosa now?”

I choke out a giggle through my sniffles into her shirt; “Yes, please.”

Quinn gives me this ridiculous sort of silent treatment-type bullshit over the next few days at work. I mean, she speaks to me when she
has
to, like when we’re in a meeting or something, but past that it’s like a cold, frosty wall.

And it’s pissing me the fuck off.

Beyond that, I
swear
she’s going out of her damn way to look fucking
amazing
around the office. Ok, it’s not like I’m witnessing some sort of porno slutty-doctor-outfit fantasy or anything. It's the opposite actually, and that's what so damn enticing about it. She’s formal, and all business, but there’s something
crazy
sexy about the way she wears her hair up, or pushes the dark-framed glasses she sometimes wears instead of contacts up the bridge of her nose. She’s got these fucking pencil skirts too that just hug
every
sweet curve of her ass and show off her legs, and I can’t help but let my eyes linger on her as she walks away from a meeting room, or leans over a desk to type a quick note.

But, while she might be giving me the hardest, most consistent hard-on in the history of the world, that doesn’t mean I’m not still pissed at her for freaking out after that last time together and then getting all weird with me. She’s acting like a total bitch, and it’s rubbing off on my own demeanor in not the best way. Bryce has already called me out twice in the last few days about my attitude. I’m sure he thinks it’s about the new project, which is fine because there’s no way I can tell him it’s actually because I can’t get my mind or my cock to stop dwelling on William Archer’s oldest daughter.

Which brings me to the other thing bugging me. I might be pissed, but fuck, this was
never
supposed to happen. Hell, this never should have happened the
first
time, but letting her get under my skin like this and having this whole thing simmer from fooling around into actually sleeping with her a second time is just ridiculous. So whatever bullshit mopey crap I’m feeling, I deserve it for not listening to my own fucking advice. And I can see through that “cold shoulder” routine of hers. She might be mad, but really, I know she’s
embarrassed.
She’s embarrassed that a girl like her let herself get caught up in a fuck-up like me.

But the frosty looks are starting to get to me, so I end up cornering her when coming out of her office later that afternoon.

“
What
.” She says, overly dramatic contempt dripping from her lips.

“Oh, drop the indignant bullshit, sweet cheeks.” I growl.

She blushes; “Don’t fucking
call me
that.”

“
Fine
." I plaster a big fake smile on my face; "
Quinn
, this whole thing between us?”

“There
is
no ‘thing’ between us,
Logan
.” She hisses out, looking around as if to make sure no one’s looking; “There’s no-“

“Look we can drop the bitchy ice-queen attitude, darlin” I take a step closer to her, close enough that we’re practically touching and so close that she takes a step back against her office door. Her breath catches, and I see that fire blaze in her eyes just for second, but it’s enough.

It’s enough to instantly shift me from angry to just plain
wanting
her, and the way the color blooms in her cheeks and the way I can see her nipples getting hard beneath that fucking blouse tells me I’m not the only one feeling that way here. I can feel my cock getting hard in my pants in
spite
of the fact that we’re at
work
, or in spite of the fact that she’s deliberately gone out of her way to be a bitch to me the last few days, and I find myself narrowing my gaze as our eyes meet.

“We can't keep getting tangled up like this," She whispers; "We have
work
to do, Logan.” She says quietly, her eyes still blazing at me.

“It can wait,” I growl, and I’m milliseconds away from kissing her right there when she shakes her head quickly and pushes me back.

She frowns and blows air out through her pouty lips; “No, Logan, I can’t,” she says pointedly; “This stops
right
here.”

But Goddamnit, she’s still got that wild look in her eyes, and those fucking nipples are just begging for my fingers, and that
skirt
is just
asking
to be yanked up over her hips.

“Is that what you
really
want, darlin?” I move close and growl into her ear.

I can hear her breath catch as she swallows whatever she was about to say. Her bottom lip trembles, and I know right there that if she says one more fucking word, or moves one millimeter closer to me then I’m going to drag her into her office and fuck her over the desk until she comes screaming my name.

“I- I don’t know,” She breathes out, and it's enough to just push me past that boundary.
 

She moans when I kiss her, hard; our lips pressing hotly together as she opens her mouth for my tongue. My hands are grabbing her firm ass and sliding down her thigh to yank her leg up to my hip.

"What the
hell
do you think you're doing, you bastard." She husks, kissing me back as her skirt bunches around her waist and as she arches her hips against the bulge in my pants. I shove my hand down between us and pull her panties to the side before I start to yank down my zipper.

"Well I was planning on fucking that perfect little pussy right here and now," I growl into her mouth, feeling her whimper at the coarseness of my words and loving the fact that sweet and innocent Quinn Archer gets turned on by my dirty mouth.

"Oh, and do you plan on fucking me right here in the
hallway of our office
, you arrogant prick?" You'd think she was protesting if she wasn't snaking her hand down into my fly and wrapping her fingers around my throbbing cock.

I push two fingers deep into her slit and curl them up, feeling her squeeze down on them as her breath catches; "Well just maybe I
want
the whole office to watch you come for me on my cock."
 

She whimpers again at my words, her hand stroking me faster and faster; "Why you smug, cocky,
ass
."

"You prim, stuck-up little tease."

She moans, her brow furrowing as my fingers stroke deep and insistently, and I know by how wet she is that she's close; "I'm going to make you come right here, Doc."

"Right here?" She whispers out, her eyes closed and her lips parted ever so slightly.

"
Right here
," I growl; "I want you to come for me just like you came for me the other night."

She freezes for second, and then suddenly her eyes are snapping open.

Fuck
.

"Oh my
God
, what are we
doing?!
" Her cheeks are bright rose and flushed, but she's pulling her hand out my pants and pushing my hand away from her.

"Quinn-"

But then she’s shaking her head again and she’s suddenly pushing me back; “No, Logan-” She's shaking her head, frowning; “We can't keep doing th-"

"We can do whatever we-"

"
I
can’t keep doing this!” She says loudly. Her face is angry and drawn as she looks up into my eyes; “I can’t just keep
fixing
you up and then
sleeping
with you every time you get banged up!”

My eyes narrow as I frown at her; “So, that what you think this is? You think I need some kind of pity fuck from you because I get hit or knocked down?”

“Well?” She says, her head cocked to the side and a hand on her hip.

I can feel the heat rising inside of me, but I shove it down as I glare at her; “Listen,
Doc
, I can take a hit.”

“Yeah? How about a
hint
, Logan.”

We’re both quiet for a second, just staring at each other and letting the air simmer between us before she shakes her head; “I’m sorry, that’s not what I-“

“Nah, heard loud and clear, Doc.” I smile at her, forcing the grin to my face despite how pissed off I am; “A fling is a fling; I get it.”

“Logan-“

“I have work to do, Quinn.”

She opens her lips again, but then she just shakes her head and storms off, leaving me with a raging case of blue-balls.

Well, that sure went well.