So he dialed Avery’s cell and she answered on the third ring.“How are you, beautiful?” Quentin asked. He’d purposely waited several days before calling after their date. He didn’t want to appear overzealous. If he came on too strong, Avery would bolt. If he wanted to win the bet, she had to be handled just right. And if he was lucky, those lithe limbs would soon be entangled in bed with his as he took them both over the edge.“Hello yourself.” Avery smiled on the other end of the phone. Quentin Davis was exactly the pick-me-up she needed after an emotional week.“How’s your week been?”“Exhausting.”“How does dinner at my loft sound tomorrow night?” Quentin wanted to get Avery on his turf and then maybe, just maybe he could break through that armor of hers. What better way than a home-cooked meal prepared by his own hands to soften her up?“Dinner at your place?” Avery wondered aloud. Was he trying to get her over to his place so he could seduce her? Maybe you need a little seducing, an inner voice said back.
