Quinn
Stretching my hands up into the air, I lean back in my chair and take a deep breath as I check the clock on the wall of my office for the fifth time today. Three forty-five.
Damn.
A few more hours, that’s all I have to get through. A few more hours, and I’ll be in the same room as Alessandra. I’ll get to stare into her brown eyes, feel the warmth of her skin, take in every inch of her perfect curves.
I remember the dress I picked out for her, and a smile rises to my lips. It’s almost as gorgeous as her. I can’t wait to see her in it.
A notification pops up on my screen to remind me about the gala tonight, and I lean forward to click it away. My brothers and I have taken turns attending this gala for years now, and I don’t need any reminders about the dress code or the philanthro
