There was still some soreness in his chest, however, the wound on the side was in better condition. Dr. Rattray restricted him from playing any kind of sports for a while. He could start by walking in a week or so and then jog in a month. Alan was supposed to pick him up in the morning but he found himself waiting for over an hour. When Alan finally showed up, it was apparent his friend wasn’t having a good day.
“You look terrible,” he observed. “What’s going on?”
“I’m fine, just some stuff at home,” Alan replied in a clipped tone.
Alan’s movements were noticeably jerky when he grabbed Quinn’s bag. Quinn puckered his brow, wondering what was going on with his friend. He knew that Alan did everything he could to make a happy life with his wife. Even though Quinn and Nicole didn’t get along, he made an effort to be supportive.
During their college years, things turned sour between them and never got better even after she and Alan were married. Quinn strongly believed she tricked Alan into marrying her. The only reason he even spoke to her was because Alan was like a brother. He patted his friend’s shoulder.
“You know you can talk to me about anything. If there’s something I can help with…,” he began.
“No, nothing to worry about, Quinn. We’ll be fine.”
He wasn’t convinced, but it was obvious that his friend wanted the subject closed. “Okay, take me to get my car.”
Alan looked sharply at him. “Have you gone mad? Didn’t you hear the doctor?”
“No worries, I’m fine. I just can’t do anything heavy for a couple of weeks, I will be fine,” he nonchalantly replied.
His friend gave him a stern look. “Are you sure?”
“Hmm.”
After the release papers were signed, the nurses insisted on a wheelchair to the car. This he thought unnecessary since he could walk just fine. However, he had some amount of discomfort getting into Alan’s smaller car. Of course, being six feet three inches meant he needed plenty elbow room.
“Have you heard anything about that woman?” he asked Alan as soon as he’d latched the seatbelt.
“You and that damn obsession of yours. She doesn’t want to be found man.” Alan said. “Think about it. You’ve been in the hospital for a week and she hasn’t checked on you once.”
“You might be right. Still, I can’t ignore it,” he said easily. “I know the detective will find her, but I need to see her.”
“Drop it Quinn, why are you so bent on finding her anyway?”
“The least I can do is meet the one who saved me.”
“Come on Quinn, let it go man.”
Quinn nodded, trying to push her from his mind. “You are right buddy. Maybe I should leave her alone.”
Alan looked at him from sideways, trying not to take his eyes off the road. He said, “That’s a complete 180. You’re kidding, right?”
“You’re the one who just said to drop it,” he replied in a very casual voice. “Anyway, she’s been distracting me. I need to focus on the company we just acquired.”
Even though Quinn tried to push the woman from his mind, occasionally, thoughts of her resurfaced. When he thought of her, his heart skipped a few beats. He dismissed it as a part of his injury’s side effect.
Alan gave him a relieved smile. “Good, I was beginning to be concerned for you and this obsession of yours.”
“Yeah, if she comes forward, I’ll reward her handsomely, but for now, let’s leave it at that.”
“Hey, Terry has been hounding the office. She threatened to come to the hospital a few times, I had to tell her that the doctor ordered no visits,” Alan informed him. “I think she figured out that Brittani came to see you.”
Quinn grunted. “I’ll take care of it.”
He was in no mood to see anyone. Then again, as he thought about it, he would give anything to see the one with the dark hair and pure hazel eyes. He was beginning to feel frustrated about her disappearing act, though he made out that he didn’t care.
For the rest of the twenty minutes journey, Alan brought him up to speed about the office. This briefly distracted him from thinking about her. He had planned on filling in Alan about the police investigation, but his friend seemed to have enough on his plate.
When they entered the parking garage, he paused as the incident rushed through his mind. The heat of anger burned his stomach. Something was definitely not right. This was no random attack. His watch alone valued more than $20,000. They took nothing. His wallet was still in his jacket breast pocket with a few hundred dollars and three platinum credit cards. The Jaguar was the only thing they would not be able to steal because of the voice recognition software installed.
It took some effort convincing Alan to leave him alone. As he sat in the car, the night replayed over again as if it was just happening. He could think of nothing different from what he told the police. Everything was a mystery, from the people who attacked him to the reason behind it.
What was more was the mystery of the woman who saved him. It was strange. People loved attention and usually when one heard of a hero, they would be splashed all over the news. Recently a man saved a boy from drowning, and his story was on the local news. Some time ago, a woman saved a dog from a burning building – she too was on the news. This woman didn’t seem like she liked the limelight.
A slight pain in the chest caused him to wince, temporarily getting his mind off his troubles. The doctor told him that he might feel pain for some time to come, until it healed completely. He opened his shirt to look down at the bandage and there was a pink stain, telling him that he was bleeding a little. This was his cue to head home to relax.
Perhaps getting away for a few days to sort things through would be a good idea. He hated having to stay home all the time, but he knew that Alan would throw a fit if he came to work. He turned on the car phone and put it on speaker, then he dialed Vita’s desk.
“Quinn and Smith. Vita speaking,” she answered in her quiet, shy tone.
“Hello Vita.”
“Mr…, I mean Quinn.” She sure sounded happy to Quinn. “Where are you sir?”
“I’m on my way home. I would have come up to see you but you know Alan,” he told her. “Vita, I need a favor. Book me a few days - anywhere is fine.”
“Hotel sir?” she asked.
He thought for a moment. “Somewhere with a relaxing atmosphere … maybe sightseeing or some crap like that.”
“Sir, are you alright…I mean… I know you’re not, but this isn’t like you,” she sounded worried.
He chuckled. “I know.”
“Will that be lodging for one or two?”
“For one…just me,” he told her.
He was in no state of mind to go with anyone. As a matter of truth, there wasn’t anyone with which he wished to accompany him on this trip. Vita fell silent. He knew what she was thinking, that perhaps he’d gone crazy after the accident. She never booked him a room alone unless it was strict business, and he always found a way to add another guest to his tab by the end of his trip.
“Okay sir, I’ll call you at home with the information,” she said. “By the way sir, Terry left a message asking you to return her call. She says it’s urgent.”
“Thanks,” he replied before hanging up.
While he waited for Vita to make the arrangements, he called Terry. He owed her that much. She answered the phone after a few rings.
“Quinn, why haven’t you picked up your calls?” Terry admonished.
He sighed wearily. “Terry, you know I’ve been hospitalized.”
Her voice softened. “I was so worried. I heard you got discharged, can I come over?”
He’d missed female company, and thought that maybe Terry could help him drive the woman he’d been thinking about from his mind. He thought of Terry and her dark hair, her soft brown eyes and generous cleavage. Maybe she was exactly what the doctor ordered. He smiled to himself.
“In an hour,” he told her.
That would give him enough time to get home and freshen up. Terry was at his door in forty-five minutes. He was just stepping out of the shower when he heard the doorbell. He wrapped his large towel around his waist and removed the covering the doctor gave him to keep the bandage dry while he showered. It was a weird rubber wrap, which he used to wound around his torso.
Leaning seductively against the doorpost, she was dressed in mini skirt and tight tank. Generous breasts strained against the skin fitting fabric of the blouse. Quinn’s eyes cruised her as he stepped aside to let her in. Her sickly sweet perfume stung his nose. They entered the spacious living room of his penthouse where she dropped her purse on the black and white sofa.
“Hi, I’ve missed you so much.” She twined her arms around his neck and gently kissed his lips. “Poor baby,” she muttered and stepped back, running her fingers gently over his bandages. “Let momma kiss it and make it all better,” she murmured sweetly, kissing his bare chest.
Quinn stood patiently as Terry ran her soft fingers over his shoulders. Her tongue licked his neck and worked its way down. He felt nothing. Usually a touch or kiss would get him started, but there was nothing. He closed his eyes and hazel ones loomed before him. There was a slight stirring in his loins and he felt some blood rush to his manhood.
“Yes, that’s it,” he murmured.
Quinn dropped the towel, hearing Terry gasp as his manhood sprang to attention. Keeping his eyes closed he pictured hazel eyes and pink lips. Those lips were kissing the tip of his manliness and he groaned in pleasure.
Gripping the back of Terry’s head, Quinn guided her toward his awaiting joystick. Her warm lips embraced him hungrily as he eagerly anticipated the outcome. She started slowly, descending its length, then gradually building into a crescendo. Little sucking noises interrupted the silence as Quinn swelled, filling her to the hilt.
The implosion was huge, shattering his core. His release came in spurts as he gripped her head and rammed his hips forward. She took him in expertly as he finished inside her mouth. When she had licked every last drop of him, she kissed his still pulsing member before rising to her feet.
“That’s my get well gift,” she murmured as she kissed his cheek. “We’ll finish this next time.”