would never get involved with a client that way, even if he did feel
the same about me. Which he doesn’t. But even if he did, I wouldn’t—” She bit
her lip to stop the babbling.
Quinn’s face fell. “Wait, what do you mean? You can’t date a
client?”
“I can, I guess,” she explained. “It just seems like bad
business to do it in a situation like this, especially during the job. I’m here
to work. I want to do a good job for you.”
“It’s your life. I’m totally fine with you dating or
whatever you want to do with your free time, Gigi. You’re here to cook one good
meal a day for us. The rest of the time is your own. We agreed on that from the
get-go. Beau is a great guy, and I liked you from the second I saw you at the
fundraiser. I think you’d be…good for him. Not only that, technically speaking, I’m your client, not Beau.” Quinn held out her little finger. “And I
pinky swear not to try and get in your pants. At least until this is all over.”
Gigi let out a snort of laughter and slumped into the chair
next to Quinn. She was relieved the other woman wasn’t mad at her, but it was
also embarrassing to be caught lusting after someone who was so obviously out
of her league. “Do you think he knows I have a crush on him?”
“He didn’t mention it, but he pretty much assumes everyone
does, so probably,” Quinn said with a grin that slipped away as fast as it
came. “I kid around a lot, but seriously, deep down Beau is one of the most
sensitive, sweetest guys I know. I think even the confidence is part of a
persona. It’s like a shield in a way. He’s had to keep it up for a long time
now. He’s been playing music for a living since he was seventeen. It’s tough
sometimes because you never know who’s around for the right reasons.”
Gigi nodded. She’d never thought of it that way.
“I’ll tell you this though,” Quinn continued, “when he
finally finds the woman he loves, watch out. He is going to love her hard, like
no other.”
Quinn’s dark gaze met hers, unflinchingly.
“Quinn, I’m not looking for love. I’m trying to start a
business. Besides, he doesn’t have any interest in—”
“I know what you think, and I know what I know. You are
exactly the right kind of girl for Beau. And you don’t have to decide anything
long-term now. Just test the waters, you know? Have you thought about making a
move?”
“Only, like, every waking moment. Then I think of the
beautiful women he’s probably been with and that brings me back down to earth.
I can’t compete.”
“The groupies that follow him around? They’re like
fireflies. Beautiful at night, but in the harsh light of day, they’re just
another fucking bug. He needs a woman with substance.”
“Is that a fat joke?”
Quinn’s eyes widened in horror. “Jesus, no, I—”
She held up a hand. “Kidding, totally kidding. I think I
know what you mean. Basically, I’m supposed to win him over with my
personality, right? I just don’t know that it’ll work. He’s still a red-blooded
male.”
Quinn was already shaking her head in exasperation. “No, you
got it all wrong. The personality is just part of it. He likes the way you look
too. I saw him eyeballing you the day we hired you. You just have to make it a
little harder for him to ignore.”
“How am I supposed to do that?”
“I’m going to help you.” Quinn eyed her up and down and gave
her a wicked grin as she rubbed her hands together.
“I’m scared.”
“Don’t be. I’m the best project manager in the world and
you’re my new project. We’re going shopping, and you’re coming to the show
tonight. I’ll get you front row. This is going to be so much fun!”
Gigi tried not to get swept up in Quinn’s enthusiasm, but
already her heart had started thumping faster. She’d spent her whole life
working for one thing. Over the next year or two, she had nothing to look
forward to but more of the same. She was trying to get a
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