dress accentuated a few other things. Namely Quinn’s curvy
hips, her tight as a rock bottom, and full breasts.
Everyone always said that the best revenge is to look good.
Succeed. Be happy. If Quinn was looking for revenge, then
god, she was rocking it. She was insanely toned too. Her arms
were bare and they were toned. She somehow looked tough,
even in a floral dress and heels.
As Dallas blinked at her in amazement, Quinn’s sharp
jawline tilted up slightly, her pink lips parted, and her
eyelashes swept up and down over big blue eyes that were no
longer hidden by oversized glasses.
Dallas knew that if someone had taken her resting
heartrate at that moment, it easily would have been twice what
it normally was, or should have been. She was just thankful
that she got there first and was already sitting down. She
wasn’t certain she wouldn’t have been flat on her butt if she’d
arrived late.
“Hi,” Jim said, jumping out of his chair and nearly
stumbling in his hurry to get around the desk and shake
Quinn’s hand.
Dallas bit down on her lip to keep from smiling. She was
in no danger of laughing because she was still too much in
shock, but it was funny seeing Jim get all flustered too. If only
he knew that Quinn would never be interested.
“I’m Jim. Johnson. Erm, thank you for coming this
morning. Yes. Thank you. Uh- if you’d like to sit…” He took
Quinn’s hand when she offered it and pumped it hard.
Dallas quickly swiveled back to face Jim before Quinn
could catch her staring.
Ha. There’s small chance she didn’t notice already. Dallas