Chapter 180 Steamy Bathroom Vows


    “Hmm?” Quinn looked up, puzzled.


    Julius turned to her, took both her hands in his, and said, “If you’re okay keeping me around, then you’ve got to stick to your promise, and treat me even better, all right?”


    Quinn burst intoughter. <i>The </i><i>powerful </i><i>Mr. </i><i>Whitethorn </i><i>suddenly </i><i>looks </i>like <i>a </i><i>pitiful </i><i>puppy</i>.


    “Fine, I’ll spoil you even more.”


    That was all it took. Julius couldn’t hold back his excitement anymore. He slid one arm around her waist and kissed her. His lips were cool and soft, and he moved with gentle care, as if afraid a sudden move might scare her off. Only when she kissed him back did he deepen it.


    By the time they stepped out of the bathroom, Quinn’s cheeks were flushed deep red, her breath uneven, lips swollen and bright, and a trail of fresh love bites lined her neck.


    <i>This </i><i>man</i><i>… </i><i>he’s </i><i>like </i><i>a </i><i>siren</i><i>! </i>I <i>finally </i><i>get </i>why <i>they </i><i>say </i><i>sirens </i><i>are </i>so <i>irresistible</i><i>. </i><i>It </i><i>clearly </i><i>applies </i><i>to </i><i>men</i><i>, </i>too. <i>Back </i><i>in </i><i>the </i><i>shower</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>almost </i><i>lost </i><i>control </i><i>and</i><i>… </i>


    Quinn cut her thoughts short and refused to revisit what had happened in the bathroom.


    Julius, on the other hand, looked perfectlyposed. There was no flush, no fluster.


    “What is it? Why are you staring at me like that?” he asked, changing right in front of her like nothing had happened.


    “I’m just amazed you’re so calm, like all of this is just… normal.” She couldn’t wrap her head around it. Julius had no known public scandals, yet with his status, women should’ve been throwing themselves at him for years.


    “Normal?” He chuckled, lifted her hand, and pressed it against his chest. “None of this is normal for me. I’m not calm at all. I’m nervous.”


    Beneath her palm, his heart pounded, loud and fast.


    “Quinn, you’re the first woman I’ve ever really wanted. First kiss, first night sharing a bed–you’re the first. And you’ll be thest,” he confessed.


    Quinn’s eyes went wide. She couldn’t believe it. Even dayster, the idea still stunned her.


    <i>Did </i><i>he </i><i>just </i><i>say </i>I <i>was </i><i>his </i>first <i>kiss</i>? <i>Who </i><i>would’ve </i><i>thought </i><i>the </i><i>head </i><i>of </i><i>the </i><i>Whitethorn </i><i>family </i><i>hadn’t </i><i>had </i><i>his </i><i>first </i><i>kiss </i><i>before </i><i>this</i><i>? </i>


    Thinking back to that kiss, she remembered how awkward he’d been. She’d taken the lead the entire time. Still, credit where it was due–he learned fast.


    Over the following days, he found every excuse to steal kisses, each more confident and practiced than thest. Quinn never stopped him. The kisses felt good, she liked him, and they were dating.


    Since that first night, Julius had been slipping into her room every evening, insisting they sleep side by side. She tried refusing, but the man was ridiculously good–looking. Eventually, she caved.


    <i>One </i><i>night </i><i>or </i><i>a </i><i>hundred</i>, what <i>difference </i><i>does </i>it <i>make</i><i>? </i>


    Even sharing a bed, he never crossed the line. He’d tease her a little, hold her hand, and then just fall asleep. It felt like, unless she gave him the go–ahead, he’d never take it further.


    Meanwhile, news of the Bridger Group rescue went viral. The inte was full of glowing articles praising thepany’s quick response and the sessful extraction of their trapped employees.


    One night, while Quinn was scrolling through headlines on her phone, she got a surprise call from a TV station.


    “Ms. Quinn Bridger? We’re with the Yarburn TV station. We heard you were involved in the rescue operation five days ago and would love for you to share your experience on our show.”


    “Sorry, I’m not interested,” Quinn replied. She had never liked being on camera.


    “But all the other rescuers have agreed. Are you sure?”


    “The other rescuers?”


    “Yes, including co–pilot Sidonie Stonehurst. You both flew helicopters that day. Your bravery wasmendable, and we’re hoping to highlight some uplifting stories on our show.”


    Quinn’s expression cooled. <i>So </i><i>Sidonie still </i><i>has </i><i>the </i><i>nerve </i><i>to </i><i>show </i><i>up </i><i>on </i><i>television</i><i>? </i>


    “Fine, I’lle,” Quinn said.


    “Fantastic. We’ll see you soon.”