discover he was a giant ass who screwed with people’s lives just as ignorant as her father. Quinn hadn’t denied it either. He’d admitted to working as head of security at the resort was a cover to his real job: Illegally investigating people’s lives for Robert. He’d given no remorse for his actions, leaving her decision to end things between them easy. Now, wanting him to soothe her made her feel weak. S oothe it yourself. Fix this yourself. Don’t rely on others. Ugh. Now here she was, two years later, and all she could think about was how much she missed Quinn. What is wrong with you? “I recall a time when you liked this position.” Did he have to sound so damn sexy? She wished every seductive word out of his mouth would make her angry rather than turn on. You don’t have time for this. “What do you want?” she snarled. Quinn didn’t know her deep dark secret. She hadn’t told him about that night and she sure as hell wasn’t about to tell him now. He’d kept enough lies from her about himself and was thankful her father conveyed them with his last dying breath. Otherwise, who knew where they would have ended up? His next sentence left her debating two possibilities. “The same thing as you...” You? No, not him. Maybe a little him. Yeah, you need a little of him like you need another secret of your own. Anya pushed away her current thoughts about him. None of it mattered anymore. Not who she was or what she wanted. She had an obligation to one person: Rebecca. An innocent person doomed by Robert’s wicked ways. Anya breathed in her strength...but all she smelled was the distinct scent of all man that Quinn was and sent chills of desire through her. Desire? Desire! Are you serious Anya? “And that is?” She was thankful when her voice came out confident and not trembling like her body and her thoughts. Quinn paused for a long moment, as if contemplating whether to admit the reason he was following her and restraining her on the bed. Finally, he said in a low voice, “The file room.” Anya stiffened. How did he know? How did he know! Did he know everything? Did he know what Anya had done? Did he know about Rebecca? Calm down. Of course he doesn’t know about Rebecca. But, then again, it was his job to keep tabs on things. Was he keeping tabs on her? This entire time? “So that is what you’re looking for,” he said, taking note of her rigid body and silence. Darn it. “You never were good at hiding your true feelings. You’re not like Violet,” Quinn said. What did that mean? Did he know Anya had felt more for him? She’d never told him. Anya had had enough of this game. It was far worse than the cat and mouse game earlier. This was lion versus zebra and her pretty stripes were a dead giveaway. She wanted to push him off her and demand respect, but she knew that wiggling beneath him would be useless and humiliating. Quinn had her cornered, just as he always had. Just like her selfish heartless father. If Quinn was after the file room it was for one file and that would be the one to save his hide. His own file. Selfish prick, as usual. “If you don’t get off me now, I will have you arrested and on top of assault I will add a shit load of your dealings with my dad to the record.” He let her go, but she knew her threat fell on deaf ears. Quinn could protect himself from anything brought forward... or could he? Maybe that’s why he wanted the file. The mattress shifted as his weight lifted. Anya had to dig deep down and pull all the self control she could find inside her trembling body not to scramble to her feet and put distance between them. Under the circumstances one might presume it was because he’d had her nailed to the bed against her will. It was quite the opposite. She feared her willpower would ignore the signs that Quinn was nothing but trouble, and nail him against the wall with her mouth. Scary and mind blowing. Anya