Chapter 8

When it was over, Noelle felt like her body had been destroyed. Quentin scooped her into his arms and rested her head on his shoulder as he held her by the waist.

His dark eyes gleamed playfully. "Mrs. Lowe, was it good?"

Her cheeks burned in shame. Memories of their intimacy flashed across her mind. For the first time, she begged him for more. She had called him "darling" and told him not to stop.

The blush on her face deepened, and her body felt heated. She wanted to dig a hole and hide out of shame.

She thought, "Goodness me, how could Grandpa do that to us? Spiking our food?"

Oddly, he had eaten more jambalaya than her, but why was she the one spiraling out of control? Upset, she remarked with a flushed face, "But you had the food too, didn't you?"

He flashed an alluring smile at her. "But I had self-control." She wanted to punch him for taking a jab at her. He was implying that she had no self-control.

When she raised her hand, he immediately gripped her wrist and kissed he