Professor's Virgin Complete Series Box Set - Page 447

"Who's Sienna?" Nicky asked.

"You don't want to know," I said. "If you leave now, I'll cover for you and get a cab for Trent. Go dancing and have fun."

"You're sweet," Nicky said. He got up and moved into Quinn's seat. "I can see why Quinn loves you and why Trent hates you."

"That'd be nice if it were true," I said.

"What? That Quinn loves you? Oh, honey, no one's going to buy that girlfriend-in-Vegas story. Even I saw how you two are like magnets," Nicky said. He patted my hand.

"Hell, you have nothing to lose. Want to tell Mr. Thomas to let his daughter live her own life? I swear, if you do it, I'll spring for a suite at the Wynn for you. You don't even have to tell Trent where you're going unless you want to," I said.

"Honey, all you have to do is ask me nicely," Nicky said. He clinked his wine glass against mine, and it was still ringing when Trent came back into the dining room.

"Really, Nicky? You are a total slut. I brought you here and now I find you flirting with him?" Trent asked.

"He's nice. And gorgeous," Nicky said. "Besides I drove and you know this has been a disaster."

"I can call him a cab right now," I said to Nicky.

"That's it, I'm leaving!" Trent said. He flounced to the hallway door. "Thanks, Mr. Thomas. We're heading out to Vegas!"

Nicky patted my hand again and got up to follow Trent. I poured the rest of his wine into my glass and sat back to take a long drink.

#

Mr. Thomas came back to the dining room first. "They left?"

"Yes," I said. "I guess Nicky was anxious to hit the dance clubs. I told him they were open all night."

"Well, I guess a quick farewell is better than sticking around after the party is over," Mr. Thomas said.

"Need a hand in the kitchen?" I asked. I stood up and stacked the dishes closest to me. Before he could make up an excuse, I moved past him and into the kitchen.

Quinn was at the sink, rinsing the dishes. The recycling was bulging with the takeout containers. She saw me notice and she smiled.

"I sure do miss my mother's home-cooked meals," she said.

"Your mother isn't well," Mr. Thomas snapped from the doorway.

Quinn looked at me and bit her lip. Mrs. Thomas's wild mood swings had always been cause for concern, but her husband was still pretending everything was normal. Even after Sienn

a, whose personality could be the perfect mirror image of her mother's, had suffered for it.

"I'll just grab the last of it," I said. I headed back to the dining room and considered going right out the front door.

"You're right, Father, she isn’t well. Don't you think she might want to see a doctor?" I heard Quinn ask.

"That's not what I meant. She's just sick of seeing you so far off-track," Mr. Thomas responded. "If you could pull yourself back together, your mother wouldn’t have to be so stressed and worried."

I gripped a fork hard enough to leave an imprint on my palm. I knew Mr. Thomas tried to find excuses for his wife's erratic behavior. But this was the first time I had ever heard him place the weight of it squarely on Quinn's shoulders.

"I'm worried about her, too. Don't you think after what happened to Sienna, we should ask her to see someone?" Quinn asked. Her voice was faint but I could hear the resolve in it.

"What you should be worried about is ridiculous scenes like that dinner. Do you see now what a mess you're making of everything?"

I strode back into the kitchen and forced myself to place the dishes lightly on the counter. The saucers still rattled harshly and Quinn jumped. The look in her eyes begged me not to say anything.

I pointed downstairs and then turned to Mr. Thomas. "Thank you very much for dinner, sir. Do you need a hand with drying or should I say goodnight?"

Tags: Claire Adams Erotic
Source: readsnovelonline.net
readsnovelonline.net Copyright 2016 - 2024