Quinn squeezed the nightgown in her hand, a crimson nightgown with a sexy lace design. Ivy had given it to her this morning before leaving for Paris.
Her eyes stared longingly at her own reflection in the mirror, her heart unsure of how she should act next. Inwardly, Quinn confirmed what Sean had told her.
The sooner, the better.
There was no point in her stalling, which would only make this deal go long and unprogressed.
Quinn had to do it right away. No matter what. And she had to get pregnant soon, as previously planned.
She should get pregnant, give birth, and then quit this mansion with a hundred-thousand-dollar check on hand as the final payment.
That's it. Easy, right?
"I have to do it," Quinn muttered, then let out a long sigh.
***
Tonight was frigid and more breezy than u
