Wasted Love Boxed Set: Second Chance Romance Parts 1-3

by Charles, Colleen

  And I was damn proud of myself.

  Why in the world did he invite me to dinner? Probably some half-assed attempt to make amends and oil me up for the kill later. Sure, I took responsibility for my actions that night. I’d wanted him. Hell, I’d wanted him since the moment I understood the word want. I’d been a willing participant in the lovemaking that evening because over a run of years containing nothing but unrequited feelings, I’d convinced myself that I was in love with him. So crazy in love with him that I’d given him my virginity. Then, I’d opened my eyes to an empty bed and a shattered heart.

  And I still hadn’t recovered. Some days, I wondered if I ever would. Work was certainly a cold replacement for a warm body.

  Ugh. What to do? Quinn was an ass – albeit a sexy one. I shook the cobwebs from my head and decided to pull on my big girl panties and just deal with this. Deal with him. Like a successful adult with a stellar business reputation.

  “Ashton?” The sound of his voice calling out my name still sent shivers through my body. He must have followed me outside. Didn’t he realize I wanted to process this alone?

  “Quinn,” I answered.

  I was proud of how indifferent I sounded. Inside, my feelings for him were jumping up and down like a pogo stick on Meth. Quinn Andrews was too sexy and smart for his own good. He knew how to get what he wanted from women by using an authoritative voice coupled with a look that would turn normal women to jelly

  “Hey, I’m glad I caught you,” he said with a smile as he trotted up to my bench and slid in beside me.

  Damn, I should’ve got in my rental car and made a fast exit while I could. This much close physical proximity to Quinn was dangerous to my equilibrium. Anymore and I’d teeter over like a Weeble at a daycare center. I sucked in a breath and steadied my racing heart.

  “Lucky you. What’s up?” I asked. “Did we miss something inside?”

  “I talked to Mr. Albertson right after you left,” he said as he casually leaned back and crossed his legs. At the same time, he draped one long arm over the back of the bench, dangerously close to my shoulder. “He wants to see the plans for the new proposed hotel and restaurant before he signs on the dotted line. Do you happen to have them with you?”

  I sure did, but I wasn’t going to let him know that just yet. “I’m sure your client realizes that once the deal is done, he can’t stop us from doing whatever we want with the building?”

  The only sign that I’d gotten to him was a slight shake of his leg. “You have to understand. Mr. Albertson is a respected pillar of the Destin community. His great-grandfather was one of the first settlers in this area. Everything built in this town – even if it’s not his property – is of great concern to him and the other community leaders. Their integrity and business reputations are on the line. They want to keep the vintage small-town feel on the beach. That’s why you don’t see any Holiday Inns or Best Westerns or Motel 6’s around here. All we want is a peek at your plans.”

  As soon as Henri bought the land it would be a matter of public record. When my company took the plans to the local zoning and planning office to get approval, those papers would be filed immediately. What would it hurt?

  “I don’t have them on me,” I admitted. “The plans are back at the hotel.”

  “I could swing by later and pick them up. We could have something to eat and talk.” His gruff voice had just a hint of suggestiveness to it. “Or a drink at the bar. Whichever makes you feel more comfortable. The restaurant is known for their crab cakes. You really shouldn’t leave without tasting them. They’re decadent.”

  I couldn’t help from blushing. I didn’t want Quinn’s sexy ass anywhere near my hotel room. Too damn much unfinished business of the personal variety. And temptation. I looked into his icy blue eyes, which were trained on mine. I needed to get out of here, drive away and not look back. Was it possible to finalize the deal without any further involvement with Quinn? My mind raced.

  “Before you answer, I have something to say.” Quinn took that lingering finger and brushed a piece of hair away from my face.

  The touch jolted through me. That one little insignificant caress should not have affected me, but it did. I felt like a surge of electricity tore through my body, lighting every nerve ending on fire. I tried to steady myself and tamp down any feelings I still harbored.

  Quinn blew out a breath, like he struggled for words. A trait he’d never shown in the past. Lies had always flowed past his lush lips like butter. “Ashton, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I left you without saying goodbye. I’m sorry that I didn’t call you and explain what happened or why I had to leave. I’m sorry that I let ten years go by without telling you how much our night together meant to me.”

  I was shocked. I’d never expected to hear those words come out of Quinn Andrews’ mouth. I also never expected to be so angry with him because it was too little too late. Had he ever heard of the telephone? United States Postal Service? Homing pigeon? I started to answer, but the words never got a chance to escape as he moved his finger to my lips.

  He lowered his voice to a husky whisper, “What I’m not sorry for…I’m not sorry that we got to spend an amazing night together. I cherish those few moments I had with you, making love to you. That I am not sorry for. And I hope deep down, you aren’t either.”

  “While I appreciate your apology, I don’t have time to deal with this right now. Let’s get through the next few days of negotiations. I don’t have room in my life to focus on anything else but my career.”

  I hoped he understood the veiled threat. Back off. My hands gripped the handle of my kid leather briefcase. His apology had failed to hit the mark and fallen on deaf ears. If he hadn’t seen me today, I highly doubted I would have ever seen him again with his tail squarely between his legs.

  This deal meant a great deal to him and his client. How could I be sure this wasn’t his roundabout way of saving face for his company while blowing smoke up the ass of the competition? But … my mother had always told me that denying forgiveness only poisons you and not the other person. So, I swallowed my pride and nodded.

  “I forgive you, Quinn. But please know that whatever happened that night is in the past, and I’m over it. I haven’t even thought about you in years. That’s why I was so shocked to see you today. It’s been as if you never existed.”

  Of course, my mom would be appalled at my one final shot, but the stricken look on his face told me I’d hit home. Good. Why did men think they could just waltz into any situation with their verbal vomit ripe with contrition and we’d fall at their feet in gracious forgiveness?

  My body felt like it was on fire, and I was growing more worked up by the second. I could feel my cheeks were flushed and that embarrassing redness was crawling down my neck to my open blouse. Now was the time for me to make my getaway. I wasn’t going to give Quinn a second chance for him to break me completely with his soft words.

  “Now you can go live your life knowing we’ve both moved past this. Long ago.”

  Quinn leaned in so close I swear I could hear his heart beat. His lips were a mere inch from mine. “If you’re over it, then why are you thinking about kissing me right now?”

  “I’m not,” I lied.

  It’s all I wanted to do. To taste his sweet lips as they brushed against mine. Even though it had been ten, long years, I still remembered how he tasted when our mouths met. How he liked to nibble on my ear, run his tongue down the length of my neck, his teeth gently scrapping my collarbone. I wanted to feel all that again. But I wouldn’t. He didn’t deserve me.

  “I don’t believe you,” he whispered. “I don’t think you will ever get over me. I know that I’ve never gotten over you, and I never will. I want to make up for the shitty ten years that we never spoke. I want a second chance, Ashton. Let me make it up to you, tonight.”

  Was he for real? And God, how I wanted to believe him. My body ached with it. Not only had he been my brother’s best friend, but he had also b
een my friend throughout our childhood. Hell, our mothers were best friends. At one time, I would have trusted him with my life. Now I had no idea whether that trust could be reconstructed between us.

  “I’m sorry. I just can’t do this.” I pushed up from the bench and headed to my car. “And you should be ashamed of yourself for thinking you could just snap your fingers and I’d come crawling back to you. I’m not that same impressionable girl with a crush on her brother’s best friend. I’m an adult. One who’s made something of herself.”

  Quinn’s footsteps clicked behind me. I didn’t care. I was going to get in my car and go back to the hotel and take a nice, hot bubble bath. Try to wash Quinn Andrews from my mind, my soul. Then drown myself in Kettle One.

  “Ashton!” He yelled as I tried to get into my car. “Please stop.”

  I spun around to face him, feeling him invading my personal space. An unwanted tornado of swirling emotion. His lips were right next to mine. I could have pushed him away, but I didn’t have the will power. He’d already beaten down my defenses, crashed right through my wall with the power of a backhoe, and didn’t stop until his lips were touching mine.

  Feather light and tender. My traitorous body responded because it felt like coming home. Red lights flashed their danger signals across my brain but rational thought had fled so only feeling remained. Delicious, passionate feeling.

  My briefcase and purse dropped to the ground as his he claimed my lips. His hungry mouth devoured mine, parting my lips for the assault of his tongue. I let him in deeper, tasting, savoring.

  Remembering.

  My knees gave way and I felt his arms wrap around my waist to pull me tighter against him.

  Even though we’d never touched since that fateful night, had never even seen each other, I still remembered what his body felt like. Because I’d fantasized about it under the cover of darkness each and every night since. Why did something so wrong feel so damn right?

  A moan escaped from deep within the recesses of my throat, letting him know how good it felt kissing him, being in his arms again. I had been kissed by a few other men since our night together, but no one had ever devoured me like this man. This kiss, accompanied by its torrent of lost emotion almost made up for ten years of anger and frustration.

  Only almost.

  I summoned the strength to push against him with my palms. I wasn’t going to let him make a fool of me again just to close some million dollar deal. Fool me once, shame on you and all that. It was like my mother sat on my shoulder in her velour track suit shaking a tiny finger at me. A guardian angel in Sketchers.

  I had to stop this insanity. Right now. He’d hurt me so deeply, my insides were still ripped to shreds. And I wasn’t going to let him do that again. This time around, I was going to be in control. After a few more moments of fist pounding on his solid chest, his eye snapped open. I wrenched myself away and narrowed my eyes. His blue ones burned through mine, still hot with unresolved lust. I’m sure he was wondering why we didn’t move this to my hotel room and finish what he had started. Not. The wounds he gave me were still raw.

  Open, festering sores of abandonment. Without a word.

  “I have to go.” I pulled away from him and got into my car. “This isn’t going to happen again so show some respect and keep your distance, Quinn. I’m not sure what kind of sick, twisted game you’re playing here but I don’t want to join the team.”

  He stepped aside as I pulled out of the parking lot. In the rear view mirror I saw him standing there, fingers to his lips, in the same spot where he’d just kissed me.

  The steering wheel vibrated as I gripped it. My hands were shaking and I was very aware of how damp my panties were. Damn him. After that searing kiss, I was going to need every ounce of self-control to keep some distance between us, at least until the deal was done.

  Lord, give me strength. If Quinn touched me one more time, I might just shatter into a million pieces.

  Chapter 4

  Quinn

  I watched her peel away in her luxury rental, a tiny tumbleweed of feminine fury. All directed at me and nothing less than what I deserved. So much for going slow and earning her forgiveness. Then, those incredible full lips had been so close to mine and my body had simply taken over. Faced with what I wanted again after so long had caused all rational thought to flee my horny brain. My legs felt like ten thousand pounds and I could do nothing but watch her taillights fade in the distance.

  I couldn’t believe she’d kissed me back, which allowed the tiniest sliver of hope to take residence in my body, never to be eradicated. I could do this. I could get Ashton back and not lose the best thing that ever happened to me. Twice. I licked my lips and smiled – she still tasted the same as she did ten years ago, like coconuts and mangos. How was that possible? I could only imagine it was her ChapStick or a favorite lip gloss. Whatever it was, I savored the taste. Wanted more. So much more. And I wouldn’t stop myself from wanting it.

  I’d resisted the urge to throw her over my shoulder caveman style and drag her back to my office, pull up her skirt, and prove to her how much I deserved a second opportunity to claim her as mine. Unfortunately, I had work to do if we were going to save this deal. If I didn’t save the deal, there would be no more Ashton. And I was a determined man. There would be more Ashton.

  I trudged back inside and found Mr. Albertson in his office, eagerly awaiting my return.

  “Ashton is going to show me the drawings for the new hotel. I’m going to meet with her again tomorrow and get a copy for you,” I told him.

  “How about tonight?” he asked, eager to close this deal down. Like any successful businessman, Mr. Albertson’s impatience indicated his ability to get what he wanted.

  I chuckled as I plopped down in a guest chair across from his desk to begin the arduous task of smoothing his ruffled feathers. I had already worked for him long enough to know that when it came time to negotiate, he wanted to be in the thick of it with his finger on the pulse of the deal. Some required one-on-one attention, though, and that’s why I’d politely asked him to let me handle this one for the hotel. He’d agreed, but only if he got to meet Ashton and scope her out. Size up the competition. Determine if we needed the big guns. I assumed that he’d already heard Ashton was a pretty tough cookie to deal with, but now I wondered if Mr. Albertson was catching on to my own, separate agenda with Ashton.

  That would suck.

  “I’ve tried inviting Ashton to dinner to discuss the plans, but she declined. I turned on the charm but she said something about a prior commitment. If Henri sent her here, he’s probably got more than one iron in the fire.”

  “That’s unfortunate,” Mr. Albertson said. “Ashton Jansen. Smart. Gorgeous. Tenacious. What’s your personal history with her? I could have cut the tension in the room with a table knife.”

  I smiled and nodded in agreement. Now, what to reveal to appease him without giving too much away?

  “Were you two in love with each other?” Albertson asked, a twinkle in his eyes and the wheels in his business-obsessed head already whirling with how he could use any of my admissions to his advantage. Or, tuck them away for future reference.

  The question pushed me back on my heels. Telling him about some high school version of puppy love seemed trite and inadequate for the raging emotion that lingered between me and Ashton. The same electricity that Albertson had obviously felt shooting through his conference room like sparks from a downed power line.

  “We’ve known each other since childhood. Her brother Griffin was my best friend. Our mothers are still close.”

  There. That was the truth. Just with some very important details omitted.

  “That didn’t really answer my question, Quinn,” he said. “It’s not like you to be so evasive. That means, the relationship met a fateful end. Did you break that young woman’s heart? Cheat on her? Take someone else to the prom? I need to know how much of an ax she has to grind with you. Hell hath no fury and all that.”
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  I chuckled to avoid a grimace because his innocent questions hit too close to home. “I guess I had feelings for her at one time.” I hissed in a breath and let that sink in for a minute. It was the first time I’d admitted it out loud. “I guess I still do.”

  “What happened to your friendship with Griffin?” Was this guy some kind of psychic?

  Albertson had been my boss for a long time, so I should have seen this coming. He knew a lot about my background; more than just college grades and my LSAT score. He’d met my family and along the way we had shared some intimate details. Just not about Ashton. I held that shit storm pretty close to the vest. Who wanted to admit that they’d literally screwed over the love of their life and then left them in an empty bed? But Albertson was like a grandfather to me and I had come to respect him and his opinion.

  “Griffin and I had a falling out our senior year.”

  “Did this have anything to do with your arrest?” he asked.

  No, it had everything to do with her.

  There was another loaded question. Of course, he knew about my troubled background – it was a matter of public record. I’d explained everything to him when I’d thrown myself on his mercy. Admitting no one was perfect, Albertson had been more than willing to give the new hotshot lawyer with the fancy degree a chance, even in spite of his jaded history. In order to apply for the Florida Bar I’d had to pass a background check. Even though the matter was a juvenile one, it still marred my almost perfect record.

  “Yes, Griffin was the one involved in that.”

  “She doesn’t know?” he asked, referring to Ashton.

  I shook my head. “I never told her what happened.”