“You better stop it,” he whispered to her.
“I am not doing anything,” she replied innocently, big hazel eyes blinking up at him.
“Mmm hmm, just stop.”
Margot raised an eyebrow in challenge. “If I do not?”
“You’ll be in for it later,” Quinn promised.
“Do you think I will not like it or something?” She scoffed and waved a dismissive hand.
Quinn closed the distance between them and propped his hands on the arms of the chair she was sitting in, bringing his face level with hers. “I don’t know. I was thinking maybe I‘d tie you to my bed and fuck you until you can’t speak a coherent word. What do you think about that?” Quinn whispered, and their gazes locked.
Margot didn’t even flinch; a slow seductive smile curled her lips. “I think I might let you,” she breathed.
“Jesus Christ, do you two need a cold shower?” Henry asked. “I can feel the sexual tension all the way over here.”
Quinn glanced over his shoulder to find Henry, Claire, and Christian watching them with amused expressions on their faces. Quinn scowled at them as he straightened up and went to grab his dress shirt. He kept his eyes on Margot as he slipped into it, buttoned it up, and tucked it in. She just kept on playing innocent. Oh, she was so going to get it later! He put on his vest and tie then pulled on his jacket; he checked himself out in the mirror and thought he looked pretty damn good, except for the reddish-brown bruise on his cheek.
“Margot, do you think you can cover up that bruise on Quinn’s face?” Claire asked, looking at Quinn through the mirror.
“Oui,” Margot said and got up from her chair. She went to her purse on the dresser and pulled out her little cover-up compact.
“Whoa, hold on a sec,” Quinn said, holding his hands out in front of him to ward her off. “I never agreed to have makeup put on my face.”
“Shut up, pussy, and do it. Raelynn doesn’t want our pictures being messed up because of your busted up face.” Sebastian grunted as he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“It’s Henry’s fault!” Quinn exclaimed.
“You deserved it.” Henry shrugged.
“It’s not that big of a deal Quinn, just do it for Raelynn and Sebastian. It’s a special day, and they want it to be perfect,” Claire said.
Quinn groaned. “Damn you, Claire. Why do you always have to be right?” Quinn huffed and sat on the end of one of the two beds in the room.
“It is because she is a woman, mon amour, get used to it,” Margot smiled.
Quinn glared at Margot as she stepped in between his spread knees. She tilted his chin up with her fingers so that he was looking up at her, opened the compact, and took out the little spongy thing and dabbed it in the makeup. Margot went to work on covering up the bruise on Quinn’s face.
“Voilà,” Margot said after a minute of dabbing at his face.
Quinn got up and went to the mirror. “Shit, nice job,” Quinn muttered as he looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t even see the makeup, and it covered the bruise perfectly.
Margot smiled smugly as she put the compact back in her purse. “Luckily we are about the same skin tone, so it covered much better than I expected.”
Once they were all dressed and ready to go, a limo took them over to the hall. The wedding ceremony was going to be in one room, while the cocktail hour and reception were going to be in another. Christian gave Quinn a rundown of what he was supposed to do. It wasn’t exactly hard; he pretty much had to stand there, then escort Raelynn’s sister up the aisle after the ceremony, and into the reception for the introductions. Quinn hated being up in front of a crowd, but he would suffer through it again for Sebastian. He did it the first time Sebastian was married, too. Henry had such a small wedding that they only had a Maid-of-Honor and a Best Man.
When they got to the hall, Claire told them which room they were supposed to be in, kissed Henry, and made her way up the stairs to where the bridal suite was, since she was part of the bridal party. Henry put his arm around Sebastian’s shoulders as they headed into the room that was starting to fill up with guests for both sides. Christian followed them. Quinn turned to Margot and held out his elbow. Margot smirked and slid her arm through his, and he escorted her down the center aisle. She sat in the empty seat next to Shea in the second row on the groom’s side. He gave her a kiss on the cheek before heading up onto the dais to stand between Henry and Christian.