Desi Indian Morning
0“It took me quite a while to figure out that it wasn’t some kind of elaborate joke or mistake.”
“You don’t think it’s either of those things, huh?” Quentin asked. “Might want to let Chloe and John do their job first, boss.”
I was itching to move into the room and start searching. She wore very little makeup and had a clear, fair complexion complimented by dark pink lips in a pleasant cupid’s bow shape. Everyone in that room was stone still, waiting breathlessly for the answer. “Don’t shame Marcus,” Natashya said. “I’m Marcus,” I said, my tone a little flirty despite my decision. “Quentin?”
His eyes never leaving me, he set the plate down on the coffee table, then rounded it and approached me, extending his hand in greeting. I didn’t want a leashed woman getting in the way in case something crazy happened… or to be a distraction.
