Quin Abraham had it all. A great job, a nice apartment, and a loving Master—or so she thought. Starting over is never easy, but is flying across the ocean to Spain the right decision to make? Joaquin de la Fuente never expected to find love the minute the sexy submissive Quin Abraham, walked through his door. On the first day on the job, she tore apart his business model and captured his heart. After a night at the Villa, Joaquin offers her a contract—six weeks to learn once more what it means to be a sub. No strings attached. However, agreeing to the terms and following through is harder than it seems. Can Quin overcome her fears and accept Joaquin as her Master or will she be as her ex claims, good for nothing?
“So, how did your first day go? Do anything fun?” Harley lounged back on Quin’s bed, her blonde hair fanning out on the pillow.
“If by fun you mean telling your boss his cost efficiency is costing his company more, then sure, it went swimmingly.” When she got nervous, she tended to talk too much. Quin hadn’t been able to stop herself at any point during the tour.
Harley laughed. “So that’s why Charlie and Joaquin were holed up in his office this afternoon? Joaquin was impressed by your candor.”
“Candor?” She snorted. “I told my boss his protocol sucked donkey balls.”
“Oh, come on, it’s not so bad. How about you join us for dinner at the club? I know you’re just settling in, but I’d hate for you to be alone right now.”
Quin stilled and turned to Harley. Maybe she’d heard her friend wrong. Go to the club? Is she crazy? “I think I’ll stay in. Maybe go online to those stores you picked out and find a few pieces for the apartment. Since he gave me an open credit line there.” Her boss had been right. The place was a little empty and way bigger than the one back home.
“Quin.” Harley narrowed her eyes. “You can’t hide in your apartment after work. I won’t allow it.”
“I’m not hiding. I’m tired. I got up at the crack of dawn to be at work. I’m exhausted.” Not a total lie. She’d slept like shit. Her out-of-whack body clock wanted a hot bath and a glass of wine with no interruptions.
Her friend frowned. “Come with us. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, and if you’ve put the lifestyle behind you, then you have nothing to worry about.”
Quin groaned. “Harley it’s not as simple as you’re saying. Everything is complicated. I’m complicated. What if someone approaches me? Just the thought of it makes my stomach sour.”
“Hiding isn’t going to help your situation. You need to get back into the saddle. Find another Master.” Oh how easy she made it sound.