Love Unspoken

In the very next heartbeat, a firm grip yanked her backward. The box she held was wrenched from her grasp and flung nonchalantly into a nearby, oversized recycling bin.

It clattered to a halt amidst a jumble of sundry items, office paraphernalia, folders, and files among them.

Quinn stood, stunned and uncertain, before him. She used her hands to sign, her gestures asking, "What should I do now?"

Alexander observed her for a moment, his face devoid of expression. His response, when it came, was delivered with icy detachment, "Nothing. You don't have to do anything."

She regarded him, her confusion evident. A small tug at the corner of her mouth betrayed her bewilderment. He had demonstrated his contempt for her so openly, yet now he wanted her constant presence? Hesitantly, she signed, "Aren't you..."

He arched an eyebrow, silently urging her to complete her thought.

After a moment's pause, she continued her signing, "Don't you dislike me?"

Alexander countered with a question of his own, "What does one have to do with the other?"

Quinn was taken aback, his words a stark reminder of his disdain for her. Yet, there had been no conflict in her shadowing him, despite his affection for Getty, whom he had not married.

were tantamount to a confession of his

this realization, Quinn raised her eyes

ear, "Sorry again? Why don't

making you

chin, pinning her against the

lip, asking him,

as if to kiss

with an ambiguous intimacy, yet it was

leg rushed to save you. How did you seduce

breath was warm against her face, laced with a tranquil irony that felt like a needle

shook her head and

caught her hand, interrupting her explanation. He seemed more interested in making his point than in hearing her

next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Quinn's eyes flickered; she tried to

"Never?" he pressed.