Sebastian (The Beck Brothers #2) by Andria Large

in
Sebastian after the first incident. He was quieter. It kind of freaked him out
because Sebastian was not in any way a quiet person, he was boisterous and loud.
He liked to fuck with people and make people laugh. Quinn saw that person when
they were at the bar last week. It made him smile, and he had hoped Sebastian
was starting to return to normal. Then this had to happen. He hoped he hasn't
lost his crazy brother forever.
     
    "Quinn, are you okay?" Margot's
sweet French-accented voice asked softly.
     
    Quinn's eyes snapped up to hers. "Huh?
Yeah, I'm fine," he said, clearing his throat.
     
    "You have been staring for quite
some time." Margot pointed out, her pretty hazel eyes searching his.
     
      Quinn just looked at her, his face
blank. He wasn't going to tell her anything. He didn't know her, and they
weren't friends. He didn't share his personal business with just anyone. Quinn
had a bit of a trust issue. It took a long time for people to gain his trust.
He'd been screwed over one too many times in the past, and he refused to let
that happen ever again.
     
      Margot sighed and went back to
what she was doing at her desk. Peter had insisted that she share Quinn's
office since they were working on this project together. Quinn was seriously
pissed off about that. His private space was being encroached upon, and it made
him seriously irritable and twitchy. Not only was it not quiet like he liked it,
but Margot was annoyingly outgoing. She talked a lot - even if she knew he wasn't
listening - she talked to him anyway. He was going to have to kill Peter for
this.
     
      Quinn tried to go back to his
work. A minute passed before Margot started humming and tapping her pencil.
Quinn tried to ignore it. He gritted his teeth and tried to focus on what he
was supposed to be doing, but all he could hear was her.
     
    Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap...
     
    "Margot, please!" Quinn
snapped, slamming his hand on his drafting table.
     
    Margot jumped and looked up at him
wide-eyed. "What?" she asked, not knowing what he was talking about.
     
    "Can you please be quiet? I can't
concentrate with you tapping and humming!"
     
    She frowned. "It is too quiet in
here."
     
    "I like it that way!" he
huffed.
     
    "But..."
     
    "But nothing. This is my office, and
I want quiet," Quinn barked.
     
      What the hell was she doing to
him? He's never disliked a woman like this. She just grated on his nerves. She
was bringing out a side of him that he didn't even know existed. He was usually
calm and collected, rarely getting irritated or angry. But this woman had him
practically yelling at her. What the hell?
     
      Margot's eyes narrowed on him
before looking back down at her work and mumbling something in French. Quinn
took a couple deep breaths to calm himself, he needed to get under control.
This was not him. He was the quiet, keep to himself guy, not a man who explodes
when someone irritates him. But in the few days that Margot has worked in his
office, his stoic demeanor has been steadily deteriorating. He didn't like it
one bit.
     
      A cell phone rang, but it wasn't
Quinn ringtone. He glanced over to see Margot pull her cell out of her purse
and answer it - in French. Just fucking great! Margot's face lit up and she
smiled. Then she started spouting off in rapid French. She spoke very
animatedly, gesturing with her hand, even though the person she was talking to
couldn't see her. Quinn glared at her.
     
      After a couple of minutes, Quinn
realized that it was going to be a long call. So instead of sitting there
brooding, he decided to get the hell out of there. He shoved off his stool,
slammed his pencil onto the ledge of the table, and stormed out of there. He
caught Margot's amused look as she watched him leave. No doubt, she was talking
about him with whomever she was talking to. Quinn felt the sudden urge to
scream, but he swallowed it. Damn her! He got a few quizzical looks from fellow co-workers as he
stomped down the hallway. He