Quintessa looked at Tyrone coldly for a moment, raised her hand to check the time, and motioned to him with a chin lift. "Let's go, follow me upstairs."

Tyrone was suspicious, "For what?"

Quintessa sized him up with a half-smile, "The crew has arranged rooms. You save on hotel expenses; my treats for the night."

Tyrone: Damn it!!!

He nodded, a sly grin on his face, "Well, if you're extending such a warm invitation, how could I possibly refuse? Besides, after tonight, you're still all mine for the weekend. It looks like my patience has finally paid off. This is an excellent proposal, and it'll give you a chance to see just what I'm capable of."

With that, Tyrone didn't look at Quintessa, turned away from her, and headed straight for the hotel entrance.

After a few steps, he looked back to see Quintessa still standing in place. He stopped and gestured with his head, "Let's go."

Quintessa clenched her teeth. This bastard!

upper hand in their verbal spats. Now, not only couldn't she have the upper

knew

"Sorry, boss. I just

that so? Then I better check thoroughly. I won't believe a

eyes, "Must you

into his pockets, snorting. "You've always been ruthless. I have no

over Quintessa, he

with her, the usual gentlemanly approach was useless. Being

and

his heart a thousand times. He couldn't curse Quintessa, but

et

becoming increasingly difficult to handle. Where once she could easily

his

Tyrone and placed her hand on shoulder, smiling sweetly at

nearly

just agreed earlier, we wouldn't be at

hand away, turned, and walked off without a backward

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