A Night of Desire

Inside the elevator, Seth Quinn glanced at the woman holding his arm and asked with a chuckle, "Didn’t you say to let nature take its course?"

Clara Grant tilted her head to look at him, her expression adorably serious. "Well, they have to have a chance to meet for nature to take its course, don’t they?"

Seth Quinn reached out and playfully tapped the tip of her nose. "You’re so mischievous!"

Clara Grant rubbed her nose, scrunching up her face. "Be careful! This nose is fake, you’re going to break it."

Seth Quinn played along, examining her nose closely before feigning shock. "Oh, I think it is a little crooked. Here, let me straighten it for you..."

As he spoke, he reached out with his thumb and forefinger to pinch her nose. Clara Grant giggled and dodged his hand, only to end up right in his arms...

...

Back at The Millennium Grand, Clara Grant took a shower, changed into her pajamas, and lay comfortably in bed while scrolling through her phone. She suddenly remembered the little baby she had run into earlier. ’How did I forget to take a picture for a memento?’

’That little one was just so adorable, it made her want to have a baby of her own to play with.’

When Seth Quinn came out of the shower, he saw Clara Grant holding her phone, though her mind seemed to have drifted off somewhere.

He walked over, lay down beside her, and pulled her into his arms. "What are you looking at so intently?" he asked.

Clara snapped back to reality. "Nothing... Hey, what are you doing? Stop messing around!"

She felt his large hand begin to wander restlessly over her body, tickling her. She giggled, trying to swat it away.

Seth Quinn easily dodged her hand and continued his exploration, his lips moving close to her ear. He breathed warmly against her skin and said, "Why not mess around? A little fun is good for you!"

’...’ ’A little fun is good for you, my ass!’

Clara Grant shifted, moving her head away from his. "I’m a little tired. Can we just talk for a bit?"

Hearing her say she was tired, Seth Quinn immediately stopped. Suppressing his own urges and the discomfort that followed, he simply pulled her back into his arms. "Okay, we’ll chat."

Clara Grant shifted into a comfortable position and looked up at his chin. "On my way back into the city today, I ran into a man holding a one-year-old baby. The little guy was so well-behaved and adorable. And he seemed to really like me; he snuggled right into my arms and wouldn’t let his dad hold him."

True to her word, Clara was just making small talk. The baby had been on her mind, so she simply continued on that topic.

"Do you think I’m good with kids? It seems like they all really like me."

Seth Quinn’s amused voice drifted down from above her. "Mhm, you’re great with them. Maybe you were the leader of all the kids in a past life."

"I think I must have a strong maternal instinct, that’s why kids like me. If I have children in the future, I think I’d be a really good mom."

It had started as idle chatter, but as she spoke, an idea suddenly struck Clara. She asked tentatively, "Seth... why don’t we have one, too?"

Seth Quinn leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "Okay, we will. In a few years. Forget one, you can have as many as you want."

’So he really wasn’t ready to have kids yet.’ A flicker of disappointment went through Clara, and she couldn’t help but ask, "How many years is ’a few years’?"

"Who’s to say? At the very least, we should wait until you graduate from college and have a few years of fun after that."

After he spoke, Seth Quinn tilted his head to look at her. "Do you want one now?"

’He’d be jealous of the kid, of course, but as long as she was happy, that’s all that mattered.’