Club Endless Fantasy (Haremworld)

“No doubt.” Erik chuckled and nodded along with me. “Vacations should be interesting.”

“I can’t wait!” I laughed nervously. “All right, bro. Have a safe trip and call me if you need anything.”

“Will do.” He gave me a slight nod and stepped into the elevator.

We didn’t discuss it, but I knew Erik was also going to ask Quintin about Angelina. We had come to trust her, especially after we realized how special Gina was to us, but we didn’t like the aura of mystery surrounding the opportunistic blonde. If Quintin could shed some light on his history with Angelina, it would be a big help. Erik was also going to make Quintin a job offer to help us with the expansion into New York. We needed a guy like him at the helm. It would be better if he was actually invested in what we were doing instead of just introducing us to powerful people. New York had a lot of old neighborhoods in need of development, and some were practically abandoned. We just needed some investors that saw the same potential in the property that we did.

“Hmm.” I stared at the elevator as it started to move back towards our floor.

Did Erik forget something?

“Hey, I came to say goodbye to Erik! Sorry, I got held up in a meeting.” The door opened and Gina practically bowled me over.

“Oh, hey—you just missed him.” I put my arm out to make sure she didn’t fall.

“Damn it.” She sighed and shook her head. “Maybe I can catch him in the lobby.”

“Just be careful.” I took a step closer so my secretary couldn’t hear what I was saying. “You don’t want a kiss to spark some office gossip.”

“I know how to be discreet.” She giggled and ran back into the elevator.

Yeah, I’m not so sure about that.

Chapter Nineteen

Erik

Gina came dangerously close to tackling me in the lobby in front of the whole staff before I could pull her into an empty conference room for a proper goodbye. Our lips were still fresh on my thoughts when I got into the back of my limousine and headed towards the airport. I was definitely going to miss her. That was a new feeling for me. I never missed people. Olsen and I never got that close to a woman. The relationship was still brand new, yet I knew there was more to it than the lust that was quickly sparked when we were together. As much as I hated to be away, the meeting with Quintin was important for a lot of reasons, so I had to make the trip. Besides, the homecoming would certainly be worth it.

So much so that I wish it was already here.

“Quintin! Good to see you, old friend.” I walked up and immediately extended my hand.

“You too, Erik.” Quintin shook my hand with a smile. “When you said you were thinking of expanding to New York, I thought you still had a few years before you put the plan in motion.”

“We’re testing the waters. Besides, if we build a new office here, it will take some time to get things going.” I turned towards the bar. “Join me for a drink?”

“Absolutely.” Quintin nodded and followed me towards the bar.

We got a quiet table and I went over my plans for the New York expansion. Quintin definitely seemed interested and quickly ran down a list of names that would probably be interested in getting on the ground floor as investors. That was music to my ears. We were very successful in Chicago, but New York was a completely different animal to tame. The investors were critical to the success. I was pretty sure we would be shaking hands and kissing babies for a couple of years as we moved through the political circles to gain solid investors. It was never too early to start though, especially for an expansion of that magnitude.

“So did you really come all this way to talk about stuff we could have discussed on the phone?” Quintin sipped his whiskey and eyed me suspiciously.

“No, not entirely.” I chuckled and nodded. “You’re smart enough to see through me. I like that.”

“Is it about Angelina?” He tilted his head to the side.

“Partially—how did you know?” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“She’s quite persistent. Sometimes she can come on a little too strong.” Quintin shrugged and smiled. “Go ahead, ask away.”

“Well, how much do you trust her?” I leaned back and picked up my drink.

“Her? Hell, I trust her with my life.” Quintin sipped his whiskey and nodded. “She won’t take no for an answer, but she always means well—and I’ve never known her to be wrong.”

“This club she wants to open in Chicago—she had one like it here?” I decided to avoid directly confronting him about Olsen’s discovery that he was a member.

“Yeah…” Quintin’s voice trailed off and I saw his eyes get dark. “It—didn’t end well.”