Read Online All the Right Places (RILEY O'BRIEN & CO #1) by Jenna Sutton - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Jenna Sutton
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to lunch with Amelia wasn’t such a good idea. The best way to resist temptation was to avoid it. If hewere a compulsive gambler, he wouldn’t hang out at the track, would he? No, he wouldn’t.
Amelia met him near the door, and he almost swallowed his tongue when he got a look at her sexy shoes. They showed off her shapely legs and gave him a peek of her raspberry-painted toenails. He reached up and casually rubbed a hand across his mouth, afraid he might be drooling.
There was no maybe about it. Going to lunch with Amelia
definitely
wasn’t a good idea . . . especially since he wanted to nibble on her instead of a club sandwich.
She stopped beside him, and he was reminded of how short she was. Even in those sky-high heels, he still had more than half a foot on her.
“Where are we going?”
“If you like seafood, I’d like to take you to the restaurant that Cal’s girlfriend owns. It’s right on the bay, and the views are stunning this time of year.”
“That sounds great. I haven’t really had the chance to see it up close.”
He pointed to her shoes. “Looks like we might need to drive.”
Smiling apologetically, she nodded. “They look good, but they aren’t good for walking.”
He stared down into her big brown eyes. She was right. Her shoes looked good.
Too good.
• • •
As Quinn drove up to the restaurant, the lone valet attendant sprinted around the SUV to open his door. He glanced at Amelia.
“Wait a second, and I’ll get your door.”
His mother had instilled good manners in all her children, even if he and Cal forgot to use them when they were together. Opening the door for a woman was one he adhered to at all times.
Pulling open the passenger door, he extended his hand to help Amelia out of the vehicle. It was a little high off the ground for her, even with those heels.
As she grabbed hold of his fingers and turned in the seatto step down, her dress inched up. The small slit near the hem widened, giving him a glimpse of her upper thigh. Like her face, it was dotted with freckles, and he couldn’t find the strength to look away.
His mouth watered at the thought of tasting that smooth white skin and those tiny brown-sugar dots. He wanted to trace them with his tongue before moving higher. . . .
The valet’s voice pulled him from his fantasy, and he made sure Amelia was safely on the ground before he took the ticket. Placing his hand on the small of her back, he ushered her into the restaurant.
Inside, Cal’s girlfriend, Saika, chatted with the hostess. When she saw him, she smiled and greeted him with a hug.
“Quinn! Why didn’t you tell me you were coming by today? I would have set aside a table for you so you didn’t have to wait.” She turned toward Amelia, and her smile widened. “You’re the new designer, right? Cal mentioned you would be here this week.”
Quinn quickly introduced the two women, and as he did so, he noted that Saika and Amelia were a study in contrasts. Saika was nearly six feet tall with a willowy figure like a runway model.
She was half Japanese, and her shiny black hair was cut close to her head, drawing attention to her dark, almond-shaped eyes and her high cheekbones. Her smooth skin was a light olive color, her lips pale pink.
Quinn had always considered Saika a beautiful woman. He never missed a chance to tell Cal that she was way too good-looking to be with him. But with Amelia standing next to her, Saika was a black-and-white drawing compared to Amelia’s saturated color photo.
“Amelia, do you want to eat inside or outside?” he asked.
“Oh, I’d love to sit outside.”
She looked thrilled at the prospect, and he asked Saika if she could arrange a table on the waterfront deck. Within just a few minutes, they had been seated and had already placed their lunch orders.
“I’m starving,” she admitted. “I didn’t have anything for breakfast.”
“If I recall correctly, you usually have liquefied spinachfor
Amelia met him near the door, and he almost swallowed his tongue when he got a look at her sexy shoes. They showed off her shapely legs and gave him a peek of her raspberry-painted toenails. He reached up and casually rubbed a hand across his mouth, afraid he might be drooling.
There was no maybe about it. Going to lunch with Amelia
definitely
wasn’t a good idea . . . especially since he wanted to nibble on her instead of a club sandwich.
She stopped beside him, and he was reminded of how short she was. Even in those sky-high heels, he still had more than half a foot on her.
“Where are we going?”
“If you like seafood, I’d like to take you to the restaurant that Cal’s girlfriend owns. It’s right on the bay, and the views are stunning this time of year.”
“That sounds great. I haven’t really had the chance to see it up close.”
He pointed to her shoes. “Looks like we might need to drive.”
Smiling apologetically, she nodded. “They look good, but they aren’t good for walking.”
He stared down into her big brown eyes. She was right. Her shoes looked good.
Too good.
• • •
As Quinn drove up to the restaurant, the lone valet attendant sprinted around the SUV to open his door. He glanced at Amelia.
“Wait a second, and I’ll get your door.”
His mother had instilled good manners in all her children, even if he and Cal forgot to use them when they were together. Opening the door for a woman was one he adhered to at all times.
Pulling open the passenger door, he extended his hand to help Amelia out of the vehicle. It was a little high off the ground for her, even with those heels.
As she grabbed hold of his fingers and turned in the seatto step down, her dress inched up. The small slit near the hem widened, giving him a glimpse of her upper thigh. Like her face, it was dotted with freckles, and he couldn’t find the strength to look away.
His mouth watered at the thought of tasting that smooth white skin and those tiny brown-sugar dots. He wanted to trace them with his tongue before moving higher. . . .
The valet’s voice pulled him from his fantasy, and he made sure Amelia was safely on the ground before he took the ticket. Placing his hand on the small of her back, he ushered her into the restaurant.
Inside, Cal’s girlfriend, Saika, chatted with the hostess. When she saw him, she smiled and greeted him with a hug.
“Quinn! Why didn’t you tell me you were coming by today? I would have set aside a table for you so you didn’t have to wait.” She turned toward Amelia, and her smile widened. “You’re the new designer, right? Cal mentioned you would be here this week.”
Quinn quickly introduced the two women, and as he did so, he noted that Saika and Amelia were a study in contrasts. Saika was nearly six feet tall with a willowy figure like a runway model.
She was half Japanese, and her shiny black hair was cut close to her head, drawing attention to her dark, almond-shaped eyes and her high cheekbones. Her smooth skin was a light olive color, her lips pale pink.
Quinn had always considered Saika a beautiful woman. He never missed a chance to tell Cal that she was way too good-looking to be with him. But with Amelia standing next to her, Saika was a black-and-white drawing compared to Amelia’s saturated color photo.
“Amelia, do you want to eat inside or outside?” he asked.
“Oh, I’d love to sit outside.”
She looked thrilled at the prospect, and he asked Saika if she could arrange a table on the waterfront deck. Within just a few minutes, they had been seated and had already placed their lunch orders.
“I’m starving,” she admitted. “I didn’t have anything for breakfast.”
“If I recall correctly, you usually have liquefied spinachfor
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