Spoiling His Reluctant Runaway Bride

oom on the third floor of the

pped an arm around her slim waist and te

im a quick poke to the chest with

n she'd overheard between him and David, Serena had a pretty solid idea of what kind of p

l a decent guy. At least he

ma in her tone, "As far as performances go, you

ly flipping open a magazine on the coffee t

door. "Mr. Quinn, the antacid

alf-hearted flattery, th

erated groan of pain, playing along. Matthew opened t

gently, "drink the milk. We'v

arily. "Business? Wh

abbed her wrist and pulled h

ace wasn't just b

the bookcase. But the closet? A whole new level. Rows of tailored suits, cr

th cufflinks packed in sleek cases. The layer underneath held watc

r eyes. Was she

any man's. It was spotless, luxuriou

t a loss

and handed it to her, tilting his

thes? Uh... but it's a guy's

ke a s

h-shower? Wait... wh

ment. "Ms. Dawson, so you just climb

ched the shirt and he

word, other than "big," it'd still be "big."

mfortable as hell. Normally she w

she pressed her ear to it-no sounds outside. Onl

was exactly what she needed to

vel-it all smelled ridiculously good. She couldn't resi

y was cut short by a sharp

there?" she cal

already!" Even through the door, she co

nd-out like you guys, okay? And you, Mr. Quinn, being a whole thirty-somethi

en it comes to talking back, I'm nearly undefea