Days like this have never been experienced before; it feels like living in a dream.
"Mr. Quinn, your phone," Simon Sutton standing behind the man reminded him.
After the events of last night, Jared Quinn had no mind for meetings; his head was filled with thoughts of the cunning yet unusually gentle woman from home—last night, her beauty nearly made him unable to look away, far surpassing that one time he had with her.
She could be shy, gentle, and particularly alluring.
Just thinking of her, Jared Quinn felt a bit hot and tugged at his tie; that little enchantress really had skills.
"Mr. Quinn?" Simon Sutton coughed lightly and reminded him again.
Jared Quinn lazily leaned against the leather chair and, upon hearing Simon Sutton's awkward reminder, turned slightly with his hand supporting his chin, his eyes cold as ice.
Simon Sutton: "...your hand, the phone."
