Page 40 of The Playboy
“Don’t drink that, Elena. I think it might be roofied.” Tait stands and looks over the edge, spotting Quinn on the dance floor.
“Shit.” He takes off to get her, leaving Elena, Bradley, and I in the VIP section. I watch as Tait walks up behind her, pulling her away from some random guy. He looks up at me and motions toward the door.
“Elena, we need to get out of here. It looks like Tait is taking her outside.”
We make it outside as Tait and Quinn are getting into a car. She is hanging all over him, and if I didn’t know she was serious about Caleb, I might have gotten a little jealous. He looks back at the three of us, worry etched on his features. He closes the door behind him as the car takes off.
“Come on, we’ll head back to the hotel, too. You can come with us, Bradley,” Elena offers.
Our car arrives moments later, and we all get in silently.What the hell happened?
“Who do you think laced the drinks?” I ask, biting my thumbnail. I look between Elena and Bradley, and neither of them offers an answer. “Do you think it’s possible she drank more that we didn’t see? I mean, that place is supposed to be a really nice club, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, we had some good times here during filming for the first movie. There has to be an explanation for it.”
All our phones ding with a new message. I scramble to pull it from my purse to see a new message from Tait.
Tait:She’s passed out on my right now. I think we need to have her see a doctor.
Elena:We don’t want to cause a scene. The last thing Caleb needs is to get wind of her being checked into the hospital or something. Can we have the staff physician check her out?
Tait:Yeah, I forgot Caleb is out of town. I’ll get in touch with Andrew. I’m going to stay with her tonight to make sure she is alright.
I get a message from Tait directly.
Tait:Sam, meet me at Quinn’s room. I’m so sorry this is how the night went. You know I would rather spend it with you. I need to make sure she’s safe though.
Me:I know. It’s all right, I trust you. We are almost there. See you in a few.
I trust him… right?
Chapter 25
Quinn’s hangingall over me when we step outside. I see a few flashes but don’t have time to pay attention to that. I need to get her out of here and checked out. She keeps talking nonsense as she lays her head on my chest. The car finally arrives, and the driver helps me get her into the back. I climb in next to her and slam the door closed.
I cup Quinn’s face in my hands, trying to get her to focus on me. Her eyes are glossed and she keeps giggling. “What’s your name?”
She gives me a lopsided grin. “You know my name, sexy. I’m the one you wanted but couldn’t have because you were a jerk. You know what though? You’re actually really nice. I think you’re the one I should have dated.” Her eyes go wide, and she gets excited, almost bouncing up and down in her seat. “Did you know Caleb and I are dating for real? No longer sleeping with the boss.”
“What’s your name?” I need to make sure she has a grasp of reality.
She pouts and scrunches her face. “Why don’t you say my name for me?”
“Because I need to make sure you know who you are. Please answer the question.”
She lays the weight of her head in my right hand as she seemingly thinks of the correct answer. “Um, Quinn?” It comes out as a question, but it’s better than nothing.
“Good, lass. That’s very good. Now, can you tell me how much you had to drink tonight?”
She looks at me for a minute and shakes her head. “I don’t remember. I’m tired. Can I go to sleep?”
“You can rest your eyes, but try not to fall asleep. We’ll be back to the hotel soon enough, and I need to get you tucked into bed, safe and sound.”
She nods as a lazy grin spreads across her face. She then flutters her eyes closed and leans into me. I pull my phone out to text everyone else.
I smile as I read Sam’s response.She trusts me. I don’t think I’ve had a woman actually trust me in years. My heart beats a little faster at the thought. I would do anything to keep this girl. She’s perfect for me in every sense of the word, and I am ready to change for her. I’m willing to settle down and be exclusive. I want it all with her—the relationship, the house, the crazy family gatherings. When I picture Sam, I picture a future for the two of us. I can picture her walking next to me at the movie premieres, being with me on location, and even her walking down the aisle toward me in a beautiful white dress.
I call the on-site physician, and he agrees to meet me at Quinn’s room so he can check her out. He did suggest we bring her to the hospital, but once I explained about not needing the press, he relented. I look at Quinn and see she is completely passed out. I can only imagine what some asshole would have done to her had I not been there to make sure she was safe.