And this time is no exception.
This time, however, the flirting doesn’t twist my stomach in knots because the person I’m flirting with is someone I actually find…attractive.
I emphasize my ploy, fluttering my eyelashes and looking up at him openly.
“So are you going to hand them over before someone gets hurt?” I say softly, trying my best to sound seductive.
Quinn shrugs, which emphasizes the broadness of his upper torso.
“Go on then, give it your best shot.” He smirks, mischief reflecting in his amused eyes.
Pulling out the big guns, I slowly slide my hand up his chest and around his neck. At first, he looks shocked that I have touched him, and quite frankly, so am I as I have never really had to use this kind of tactic before. I don’t usually touch. I typically just flirt more from
