Her curiosity had pecked at her the entire afternoon and by the time five o’clock came around she all but pounced on Quinn for information. “I usually am anyway,” Natalie admitted. “But yes, I promise.”Quinn took a long but delicate sip from her own martini glass and then set it on the bar. She leaned in towards Natalie and Natalie reciprocated, ready to be told that the scandal was nothing more than Quinn having a sugar daddy. Or something.“I am an occasional participant in an exclusive and extremely private club frequented by men with a certain amount of wealth and a particular kind of taste.”Natalie’s eyes searched Quinn’s own hazel eyes. She repeated the words in her mind; extremely private club, particular kind of taste. “What does that mean?”Quinn’s glossy chestnut hair framed her face as she leaned in even closer, and a whiff of Chanel perfume danced in Natalie’s senses. “Wealthy men pay me for the pleasure of my company.”That… was not at all what Natalie was expecting to hear.
