Chapter 50
Quintessa dabbed at the corner of her mouth, where her lipstick had smudged, and drawled, “Mr.York, you're the big shot over at Emberbrook; you've got connections everywhere, right? Why're youtelling me? I'm not your wife, not my circus, not my monkeys. If you really want me on your case,put a ring on it.”
Tyrone could barely conceal his amusement. At this point, Quintessa was adamantly playing coy,and it tickled him pink.
It was rare to replace someone who could hold such composure under fire; so interesting. He foundhimself oddly looking forward to what the future might hold with her.
He chuckled, “If you don’t wanna know, forget it. Matthew's motorcycle? I took care of it. No one’sgonna trace the tampered brakes back to us. Next time, try to be less messy. You can't expect toalways be lucky enough to have someone as “kind-hearted’ as me stumble upon the scene.”
A fierce coldness began to seep into Quintessa’s gaze, her grip on her purse gradually tightening. Ina swift move, she spun around, took two quick steps, and yanked on Tyrone's tie with a fierce pull,hissing, “What's this? A threat?”
Tyrone looked at her lazily, his eyes filled with interest, “You could say that. Is that an admission?”He had never expected to replace himself attracted to such a tough, ruthless woman. But he did. And itwas intriguing.
Quintessa’s hand crept up to Tyrone's neck, then to his Adam's apple, caressing it gently. Shelooked up at him with feigned innocence, like a lover whispering sweet nothings, poutinglyadmitting, “Guilty as charged. Why deny it? I'm a killer. Go on, report me. It's not like it's my firstrodeo behind bars!”
A mischievous smile played at the corners of her mouth as her fingers crawled from his neck to hislips, tapping them lightly. Her voice turned husky and suggestive, “Or maybe you'd prefer to tellRachel? Let her know that the infamous Quintessa, the one who bedded her man three years ago, isback. And she’s not done playing with her man yet. Send her my way.”
Tyrone's breathing grew heavier as he grasped her provocative hand, “I've never met a woman witha bigger set of brass ones than you.”
Her fiery, relentless spirit was like an itch he couldn't scratch. Like a wild mustang, proud anduntamable. Not breaking her spirit would be a lifelong regret.
Quintessa hooked her arm around Tyrone's neck and pulled him down, biting his chin provocatively,"Of course, I've got to be bold. Who else would dare to tangle with their future uncle-in-law? Right,Tyrone?”
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Tyrone wrapped his arms around her slender waist, “You've got a point. Tonight, show me Just howbold you can be.”
Her hand playfully jabbed at his chest, “I guarantee satisfaction.”
Quintessa pushed Tyrone away and flashed him a devilish grin before turning to leave.
Once she was out the door, her expression turned icy. Damn it, Tyrone had got a hold on
her.
What rotten luck, of all the people, he had to be the witness. Now what? Silence him permanently?No, the price was too high. The best course of action — seduce him!
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