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derrière. The leg that was bare was pulled up so that his knee was almost level
with his hip. It was a beautiful view. She hated to have to wake him, but he
needed to get ready for the seminar.
     
    “Quinn?” Margot called.
     
    Nothing. He did not even twitch.
     
    “Quinn,” she tried again, and got nothing, again.
     
    Okay, so he was obviously a heavy sleeper.
     
    Margot smoothed her hand over his soft hair. “Quinn,” she
said a little louder.
     
    Quinn sucked in a deep breath and shifted. He rolled his
hips against the bed, making the muscles in his behind flex. Margot bit her lip
and fought the urge to smack his tush, or pinch it. She would love to bite it.
She knew without a doubt that Quinn would not like that.
     
    “Quinn,” she said again, this time placing her hand on his
shoulder.
     
    Quinn’s head popped up. “Huh? What?” he grunted and looked
around with one eye cracked open.
     
    “Quinn, you need to get up and get ready,” Margot said,
taking her hand back before he noticed that she was touching him.
     
    “For what?” Quinn grumbled, dropping his head back down to
the pillow.
     
    “The seminar? We need to leave in an hour.”
     
    “God dammit.” He sighed.
     
    Quinn pushed up to his elbows and rubbed his face roughly
with his hands. She stood there and admired the way his muscles moved under his
skin. Quinn yawned loudly as he pushed himself up to sit on the edge of the
bed. Of course, the first thing hers eyes saw was his very large erection
jutting up from between his legs. When Margot lifted her gaze to his face, he
was watching her with sleepy eyes. Margot smirked and raised an eyebrow at him.
     
    “Happens every morning,” Quinn rumbled and shrugged slightly.
Margot loved his voice. It was deep and raspy and it sent shivers of pleasure
down her spine.  
     
    Margot rolled her eyes as she turned and went to the other side
of the room where her bag was. Quinn got up and got into the shower, while
Margot did her makeup. He emerged from the bathroom about fifteen minutes later
with a towel wrapped low around his hips. She could not help but ogle his
impressive physique. When Margot looked up, Quinn was eyeing her warily. He
growled low and tore his eyes away from hers. He went to the closet where he
hung up his garment bag. He pulled out his suit and laid it on the bed. Then he
went to his suitcase and pulled out a pair of underwear and an undershirt.
Quinn kept his eyes averted from her, as he got dressed. Margot frowned. She
wondered what was on his mind. She seriously doubted that he would tell her if
she asked.
     
    Quinn looked very handsome in his suit. Margot never saw him
with the jacket on; he looked good in it. The suit was a charcoal gray color,
his shirt was a medium blue, and his tie was a light gray and blue paisley
pattern. After fixing his hair, Quinn turned toward her.
     
    “You ready?” he asked.
     
    “Oui. Can we grab something to eat first?” she asked,
grabbing her purse.
     
    “Definitely. I need coffee,” he grumbled and started for the
door.
     
    Margot followed him out of the room. It was somewhat odd how
he pretty much acted as if they had not slept together last night. If he hadn’t
been naked this morning, Margot would have thought it was a dream. He has not
given her one touch this morning. No kiss, no kind of acknowledgment about what
they shared last night. Not that Margot thought that it meant anything. It was
just sex and she was drunk, but a kiss good morning would have been nice.
Margot has never been in this situation. She did not know how to feel about it.
At first, she was a bit hurt and upset, but she did not want to be that kind of
woman. Now she was just baffled and confused. She understood that he was not
big on contact, but was it so hard to have at least said something or given her
a small kiss? Just when Margot thought she fit together a piece of the puzzle
that was Quinn, another piece fell away to leave a big gaping