Quinn's Undying Rose
Page 5“Hey, kiddo, I just make it look easy. Being a playboy takes a lot of work—and energy.” He winked, forcing his thoughts about his past to retreat into the dark recesses of his mind.
Oliver burst out in laughter. “Right! I don’t mind that kind of work.” He wiggled his eyebrows in Groucho Marx fashion. “And energy I’ve got plenty of.”
“The young!” Quinn rolled his eyes. “No appreciation for the art of seduction. It takes skill and cunning to coax a woman into your bed.”
“It takes money, good looks, and a big dick!”
Quinn couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well, that certainly helps. But then of course that leaves you short on two things.”
Oliver turned his head away from the winding road ahead of him.
“ ‘Cause the looks you’ve got!” Quinn added.
His young colleague snorted, showing his outrage. “You haven’t seen my dick!”
Oliver glared at him. “I have what it takes!”
“Whatever you say, kiddo!” His eyes started tearing, and he could barely get the words out without bursting into laughter.
“You don’t believe me? What? You think cause you’re a vampire and I’m not, I don’t have the equipment?”
Quinn shook his head. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”
“Well, is that it? You think you’re better at it because you’re a vampire?”
Quinn decided not to let Oliver goad him into a comparison of their two species. With a grin on his face he winked at him. “Once you’ve been at it for as long as I have, I bet you’d be even better than me. I think you’d be a natural.”
A proud sheen of excitement radiated from Oliver’s eyes. “You really think that?”
Oliver grinned from ear to ear. “Yeah!”
He looked so innocent and fresh-faced, Quinn felt his heart clench for a moment. He’d been like Oliver once: full of excitement for his life ahead. Full of hope. In love. And then he’d lost it all: his life, his hope, his love.
He cleared his throat, desperately trying to push down the rising memories and reached for the first words that came to him. “You should come visit me in New York. We can hang out and pick up some babes.”
“Really?” Oliver’s voice was full of awe as if he’d just been presented with the keys to a Lamborghini. “You mean that? Man! That’s awesome!”
Quinn sighed. Now he’d unleashed something in the kid that would last at least until they reached the airport, where a private Scanguards jet was waiting to take him to New York. Better that than wallowing in his own thoughts. And maybe a visit from Oliver would be fun. Jake, who was currently holding down the fort in the New York office of Scanguards, could join them, and the three of them could go hunting.
He could teach the kid a thing or two, just for the hell of it. When he was older, he would understand that it wasn’t about how many conquests he made, but who he conquered.
“Why don’t you talk to Samson and ask him to give you a couple of weeks off? I’m sure he’ll be okay with it. Now that Zane’s all domesticated, I really have nobody else to go partying with.”
Quinn howled. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Oliver! Nobody can be like Zane!”
“But I’m taking his place, aren’t I?” he hastened to repeat.
Quinn gave him a slap on the shoulder, secretly happy about the kid’s enthusiasm. Nevertheless, he couldn’t stop needling him. “Those are big shoes to fill. You’re up for that?”
“You say when and where, and I’m your man!” Oliver proclaimed, beaming at him.
Quinn nodded, his head turning sideways, when he perceived something in the corner of his eye. His head whipped toward the dark road in front of them. Shit!
“Oliver! Watch out!” he yelled.
Oliver’s head snapped to the obstacle in front of them: in their lane, cones cordoned off equipment for road work, resting there for the night, but the flashing lights that usually accompanied such blockages weren’t flashing—they appeared dim and barely recognizable in the dark night. To the right of it there was no outlet: a wall of rock rose next to the shoulder.