Next, Quinn removed his shoes and socks then shed his jeans, which left him standing in black boxer-briefs. The agents went through each article of clothing, feeling around to see if there was anything in them that shouldn’t be. Margot’s eyes wandered down his broad back, over his tight rear end, thickly muscled thighs, and nicely shaped calves. Her heart thumped in her chest; in her entire life, she has never seen such a finer specimen in person. Her body thrummed with awareness, wondering what all that hard ropey muscle would feel like under her hands or against her own body.
“Underwear, too, Sir,” said the older man that had come in later.
“Seriously? You want me to get completely naked in front of my coworker?” Quinn muttered dryly.
Quinn might have sounded calm and collected but Margot knew better. She saw the way his shoulders bunched, and the way his fists kept opening and closing. She might not know much about his life outside of work, but she knew from the set of his body, that he was absolutely livid.
“I’m sure she can avert her eyes,” said the younger agent as he glanced at her.
Quinn peeked over his shoulder at her. Margot will never forget the humiliated look in his eyes. His jaw clenched tight, and his normally lush mouth was a thin angry line. Margot stood; her eyes locked on his, and turned the chair to face the wall before sitting back down in it. She stared at the wall. She was tempted to peek when she heard him remove his underwear, but she did not dare. She silently gave her word that she would not look.
“Lift your scrotum. Alright. Now turn, bend over and spread your buttocks.” Margot heard the older man say.
Margot had to stifle a groan. She covered her face with her hands and shook her head. How degrading! Poor Quinn! What a horrible way to start a trip. No doubt, Peter would be getting an earful about this and Margot would not blame Quinn for chewing Peter’s ear off. They did not ask to go on this trip.
“Are you fucking satisfied now?” Quinn growled.
“Yes, you may get dressed and go to your gate.”
“Thanks a-fucking-lot,” Quinn snarled.
Margot listened to Quinn’s hasty movements to put his clothes and gray pea coat back on. Margot started when he suddenly appeared at the table to grab his things. He shoved his wallet and phone into his back pockets, and grabbed his laptop bag, slinging it over his shoulder.
“Let’s go, Margot,” he said quietly.
Margot got up and followed him to the door. The younger agent led them back out to the security check where he let them go. Quinn pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the time. After he shoved it back into his pocket, he reached over and grabbed her hand.
“We have ten minutes to get to the gate,” he muttered, pulling her along quickly.
Thankfully, she wore flats today; otherwise, it would have been very difficult to keep up with his long strides. They made it to the gate with a minute to spare. Once onboard, they found their seats and settled in. Quinn put Margot’s carryon in the overhead compartment before sitting down next to her. She took the middle seat, while he had the aisle.
Margot glanced over at Quinn, who has not looked at her since they left that room. She hated that he went through that, and even more so, she hated that he went through that in front of her. If it were just him, he probably would not have been so humiliated because there would have been no one to witness it. Quinn was sitting with his arms crossed over his chest and his head back against the headrest with his eyes closed.
“Quinn...” Margot started softly.
“Don’t, Margot. Just don’t,” he rasped without moving, effectively cutting her off.
Margot sighed and kept her mouth shut. They had a seven-hour flight, and she did not want to upset him any more than he already was. If he did not want to talk about it, then fine, she would just let it go. This trip was not starting out well at all. She hoped that the rest would go better.
Chapter 2
Quinn has never been so humiliated and degraded in his life. No, that was a lie. He absolutely was humiliated and degraded once before. He was much younger and unable to defend himself. Quinn remembered that day as if it was yesterday...
Quinn lay crying silently on his bed. His face was being pressed against his pillow by a big heavy hand. His pants and underwear tangled around his ankles and his arms were locked behind his back, being held by the other big hand. The pain was like a searing hot knife. He’d never felt anything like it before, not even when he broke his arm last summer.