Quinn Harrington was not the kind of woman who usually found herself in situations like this. She was a ruthless billionaire, known for her cunning business tactics and her ability to crush her opponents without batting an eyelash.
But tonight, she had let her guard down. She had been invited to a house party by a acquaintance, and she had decided to let loose and have a little fun.
Now, as she stumbled through the crowded room, she realized that maybe she had made a mistake. She had drunk too much, and her usual sharp instincts were dulled.
She staggered towards the stairs, hoping to find a quiet place to collect herself. But as she reached the top, she felt a hand on her arm, spinning her around.
Before she could react, a pair of lips were pressed against hers. Quinn's eyes flew open, and she tried to push the person away, but her limbs felt like lead.
As the kiss lingered, Quinn could feel a spark of attraction beginning to ignite within her. Yet, just as the moment intensified, the realization hit her, and a wave of apprehension swept over her. What would this lead to? She found herself caught in a whirlwind of anticipation and uncertainty about what lay ahead..
She pushed the person away, stumbling backwards into the guest room. She slammed the door shut behind her, leaning against it to catch her breath.
What had just happened? She didn't even know who that person was!
Quinn took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. She looked around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.
She spotted a window and moved toward it, excitedly pulling back the curtain to welcome in some fresh air. Gazing out into the night, she felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety flood her senses.
What would her business partners think if they found out about her drunken escapade and the kiss with a stranger at the party?
Just then, Quinn's phone buzzed in her pocket, and she retrieved it, glancing at a text from her assistant.
"Where are you, Quinn? You're supposed to be at a meeting in an hour."