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Margot shrugged nonchalantly and took a sip of her water. Quinn took a sip of his water, still looking at her over the end of the bottle. She was holding a Nook in her lap, and he looked down at what she was reading. As he started reading a paragraph, he almost choked on his water, slapping a hand over his mouth before he spit it all over the place. Margot looked at him, startled.
“Are you alright?” she asked, concerned.
Quinn nodded. “Fine,” he wheezed. “What the hell are you reading?”
Margot grinned. “It is a romance novel,” she said, completely unashamed.
“A romance novel has graphic sex in it?” he asked, bewildered.
Margot laughed. “Some of them do.” She shrugged.
He frowned. “Why are you reading that?”
“It is a good book.” She grinned and wagged her eyebrows at him.
Quinn’s lips twitched. Dammit. He didn’t want to laugh, but she was seriously cute when she wagged her eyebrows at him.
“Would you like me to read some to you?” she asked in a low sultry voice, while giving him a suggestive little wink.
Quinn swallowed hard. “No. That’s okay,” he croaked. If she read that book to him in her sexy French accent, he would be sporting a tent, and he doubted the rest of the people on the plane would appreciate that.
“No? The woman in it is very sexy,” Margot purred, giving him a naughty smirk.
Quinn narrowed his eyes at her. Was she trying to get him worked up? Well, two could play that game. He leaned in closer to her so that his lips brushed the shell of her ear when he spoke.
“Unless you want to take care of the hard-on that I will soon be sporting, I suggest you stop talking about your naughty little book,” he whispered huskily.
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