Like father, like son.
“I won’t push,” she finally says. “But I’m here if you want to talk.”
She sounds like my high school counselor, and I’m kind of digging it. When was the last time I had an honest conversation with anyone but Reid?
That would be never.
And even he doesn’t know what a prick my father is.
“Actually, there is something I’d like to ask you.” I wipe my palms on the sheet. It’s probably crazy, but what the hell. “This is sort of a weird request, and you can totally say no, but would you want to hang with me on election day? I have to make an appearance at the hotel where my father and his donors are gathering to watch the polls. It’ll be lame as hell, but the food’s good and I’m excellent company.”
Quinn frowns and presses the back of her hand to my forehead.
Because that’s perfectly normal. “What are you doing?”
“Checking to see if have you have a temperature.” She smirks. “So I can decide if it’s you asking or if it’s your cock.”
I roll my eyes, but it’s actually a great idea. Bathroom sex would make election day infinitely more tolerable. But first I have to get her to agree to go. “If I promise sex, will you come?”
Quinn cocks her head, but there’s a familiar twinkle in her eye. “This sounds a lot like prostitution.”
“Nah. Just think of it as one friend doing something nice for another friend.” I grab a strand of her wild hair, twisting it around my fingers. She’s got a serious case of sex hair and I’m digging it. “You wanted to return the favor. Here’s your chance.”
She doesn’t owe me anything for helping with the Virgin Quest, but it would be nice to have moral support on election day.
I drop a kiss on her shoulder. I’m not above playing dirty, and orgasms are the best incentive I have at my disposal. “I promise to make it worth your while.”
“This is a formal event, right?”
I shrug.
“And you want me to go?” She forces a self-deprecating laugh. “This idea has disaster written all over it.”
Anger stirs in my gut and I want to throat punch every asshole—including her brother—who’s ever made her feel like she’s less than because of her shitty luck.
“Any woman on campus would be happy to accompany you,” she adds quietly.
Problem is, I don’t want just any woman at my side. I want Quinn. “True, but inviting another woman to an event withmy parentswould send the wrong message, whereas you and I are on the same page.”
Just sex.
No strings. No drama. No damage.
Quinn snorts and scrunches up her nose. “I’m pretty sure every woman on campus knows where you stand on relationships.”
“Trust me. I’m doing everyone a favor by being upfront. I’m not boyfriend material.”
And I never will be.
“Next Tuesday?” she asks.
“Yup.”
“I can do it. I’ve only got one class and I can ditch.”
I should probably ask if she’s sure, but I’m not about to give her an out. Not when the thought of her company is the only thing that makes the prospect of spending an entire day with my father bearable.
Another thought occurs to me. “This will be off the record, right?”
