Quinn
The door bell rings, someone goes to open the door and moments later Ian St. Claire or Valentine, or whatever is in the room with us, big hazel eyes taking in the view of me and Genie sitting on the floor across each other, the wine and empty glasses rolling between us. There is light humour in his gaze as he walks to us and a little smirk on his lips.
Damn him but he does look like f*ucking se*x on legs. He’s got that p*orn star swag around him and with that sinful mouth and all the tattoos… no wonder my guys fell for the bastard. He walks into the room with all the sass a person can muster and makes it seem so damn effortless at the same time. When he nods at me there is no challenge or any kind of animosity in him and suddenly I don’t feel angry at him, not at all. People are al
