| Lesbian: First Time: A Test of Faith - Part Five (6/9) |
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ordered another bottle. A pretty young lady came forward to pass it to me. She looked around, and then sat opposite me. I glared at her, not wanting to be disturbed. “I have watched you, signorina, for the past week. You have done nothing but drink. People say I have a listening power. I can help you if you would like to talk to me.” I grunted before I leaned forward to grab the bottle. “Very well. But I will be here if you need me.” She gestured to the kitchen, and then walked off. I wondered about her briefly before dismissing her from my mind. She would probably get a kick out of my problems. Somehow, I made it to my room and collapsed onto the bed. When I opened my eyes, it was dark again. There was no light in the room for I’d not bothered to keep a light on. I could hear the tourists outside, laughing, having a good time. And I refused to pity myself. Loud banging on the door got me to an upright position. I told the person to go away, but the knocking was insistent. Irritated, I got off the bed and whipped open the door. “What…Quinn?” I knew he could see the shock mirrored in my eyes. Of all people, Quinn! Here! “What are you doing here?” “I could ask you the same question,” he said smoothly as he pushed his way into the room. He flicked the switch on and turned toward me. “Why aren’t you picking up your cell? Or checking your e-mails? It’s been a month since you’ve gotten back to anyone at the office. You’ve got Marie, Amelia, me and everyone else worried…” “Stop, Quinn. Really, why are you here? I just need to be alone.” “I came here to give you this,” he said and took out an envelope from his suit pocket. “What is it?” I sat on the edge of the sofa in the room. “Read and you’ll see.” I flipped through it, recognizing it as a photocopy of the contract that we’d bid for a month ago. “Why is it photocopied?” “Because it’s what Miss Smith-Johnson handed over to Justin Johnson.” A slash of pain tore through my heart. “But look at this,” Quinn pointed to a sum of figures on the paper. Shock, brief and fierce, tore through me. My eyes rose to meet his. “She changed the fucking numbers.” * I pulled the Harley to a stop outside the old ranch-like house, watching the warm glow inside the house flicker into the night sky. Somewhere in there was Eva, probably enjoying a dinner with her Nana and little brother. I didn’t want to go in; I didn’t want to cause her any more pain, but I couldn’t leave our relationship hanging like I did. I needed to apologize… and maybe, just maybe, get her back. I’d been nothing but a wreck ever since Quinn showed me the document. It was proof that it hadn’t been Eva who’d done it. He’d gone on later to tell me that there had been a confession made by the real spy. I laughed with ironic mirth when he told me it had been |
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