Quinn interviews Lily!

The kind folk at Miz Love Loves Books invited me for an interview a while ago and I thought I would post it here today - just for fun.


I was having one of my armpit days (for those of you who don't know I have a thing for male armpits - YUM! - read all about it HERE) and I decided it would be a giggle to have the lovely Dr. Quinn Gilbert, from my novels Shared and Shared Too, give me a consultation about my maschalophilous problem (yes, armpit lust has a real medical name!) Here goes - let me know what you think :-)



Quinn leans back in his leather office chair, steepling his fingers beneath his chin. "I'm so glad you came to your appointment today, Lily. I think it's important to have these sessions to keep your condition under control."
Lily crosses her legs and stares at the wall of impressive medical certificates and accolades to her right; she's seen them several times before. "It is under control, I'm doing fine." Her foot bobs, the pointed toe of her red stiletto stabbing the air.
Quinn raises his brows. "That's because my secretary sends you reminders and then calls you the day before to remind you to have your therapy." He pauses. "Plus you know I would be round to smack your naughty little butt if you didn't attend." 
He smiles wickedly and Lily can't help but twitch her lips back; the thought of being spanked by Quinn is just too delicious and her fractious mood lifts.
"So," he says now her attention is harnessed. "Tell me what goes through your mind when I hold up these pictures. The first word which jumps into your head." He flashes the top card of a high stack.


Lily's eyes widen. "Mmm, sex."
Quinn puts the card to the bottom of the pack and makes a note. "And this one."


"I want him to lift his arm higher. He's being a bit shy about flashing all that lovely pale skin, because it's bound to be paler under there with a tan like that."
Again Quinn places the card to the bottom of the pack and scribbles on Lily's notes. "This picture; first thing to pop into your head. One word."


Lily squirms on the chair, uncrosses her legs then re-crosses them, allowing the opposite stiletto to jiggle frantically.
"Lily?"
"Er, breathless. It make me er…feel a little short of breath," Lily says, tugging her lip with her bottom teeth.
Quinn sighs. "Last one."


"Oh that's not fair, that's a double one. You know that always make me go funny," Lily complains, swallowing tightly.
"Lily, tell me what it makes you think of."
"Okay, okay, it makes me think of the smell, of running my fingers through wisps of armpit hair coated in a thin, fresh layer of sweat."
Quinn nods and after making a final note pushes his chair back and stands.
Lily's eyes drift to his pert behind as he turns to the window and stares out over the city of Cardiff. His butt is so neat, high and perfectly outlined by his black suit trousers. All those pictures have made her pulse rocket and her cheeks flush. Seeing a perfect butt does not help the situation.
"It seems," he says, striding around to Lily's side of the table and perching his delectable rear on the edge, "that there's been little progress since our last meeting."
Lily looks up at his stern face, at his dark eyes and the peppering of stubble coating his jawline. She tilts her chin. "Well, I think there has. I've been back to the gym when 'he's' been there."
"You mean the one who caused you to fall off the treadmill and get a second degree burn on your knee because he started bench pressing in front of you?"
"Yes, him. It's under control, seriously. I was completely fine, even when he was only wearing a vest top."
"Mmm, well that's good, I suppose."
"Great, see, that's progress." Lily reaches for her purse. "Can I go?"
"No, not yet."
"But why?"
"We haven't finished."
Lily tightens her lips. "I didn't even think this was your speciality," she huffs, folding her arms.
"It's not, but I have taken a special interest in your case."
"Lucky me."
"Don't be ungrateful." He points at her purse. "Pass me your cell."
"Why?"
"Just do it."
Lily opens her bag and hands him her small pink cell.
"So how was the holiday in Thailand?" he asks conversationally.
Lily smiles. "It was wonderful. The hotel was palatial and we were treated like royalty. I had a great time with the girls."
"Sounds nice. Must get over there myself one of these days. I keep promising Ariane a holiday."
"Yes, I recommend it. Great food, fabulous scenery."
Quinn's eyes capture hers. "So you took lots of holiday snaps on you cell's camera then. Memories of your trip away?"
Quick as a flash, Lily lunges for her phone but Quinn is too fast and too tall and lifts it out of reach.
He shakes his head. "It seems that your scenery photographs are not the sort you find in the average holiday brochure." He holds up the phone and flashes the on-screen picture at Lily.


Lily stares at the picture. "Oh, but I was on holiday! Hot sun, sea breeze, a group of hunks playing volleyball on the beach. Endless hours of entertainment made all the more perfect with the addition of a pina colada. What's the harm?"
Quinn shakes his head and presses a button on the left hand side of the cell.


Lily touches her fingers to her lips. "Whoops! Yes, well, he was a bit grumpy that I was taking his photo without asking."
Quinn sighs. "This isn't good, you know. You really should have been able to employ a little more restraint. Didn't you use any of the techniques we've been teaching you?"
The next photo flashes up.


"Well he didn't mind me taking his photo," she says.
"He was asleep."
Lily shrugs and raises her brows.
Quinn clicks to the next shot. "And him. He just happened to be in that pose, did he?"


"Oh, no, I asked him to do that and he was very obliging." A red flush spreads over Lily's cheeks. "He was in the cabana next to ours. Real friendly guy."
Quinn shakes his head and frowns at the final picture. "Where on earth was this taken?"


Lily reaches for her phone, and this time Quinn allows her to take it.
She sighs wistfully. "This is Mani. It was hot in the airport lounge, the air conditioning was down and our plane delayed. Loads of guys stripped."
A lift of Quinn's brows let's Lily know she will not get away with dodging the truth.
She frowns. "Okay, so I suggested raising his arms to help increase his body surface area, a great way to cool down because all the blood vessels expand—"
"Yes, Lily, I know about vasodilation." Quinn clicks his tongue and folds his arms over his chest. "There is only one thing for it—you'll have to come back in and undergo adverse therapy."
"Adverse therapy?"
"Yep, it's a new trial. You will be subjected to several hours of photographs of ugly armpits, like this one."
He reaches behind himself and turns over an A4 size piece of paper. Lily gasps and looks away, the sight of a boil-infested pit too awful to settle her gaze on, even for a second.
"It will be hard," Quinn says, "but it is the only option."
Lily gets to her feet, straightens her grey pencil skirt and stands side by side with Quinn. She sets her purse on the table and is thoughtful for a long moment. "Just have your secretary send the appointment." Suddenly she turns and struts toward the door, her pace quick, like a captive prisoner making a bolt for freedom.
"Lily," Quinn calls after her.
Her footsteps are loud taps on the polished wood and her dark hair swishes down her back.
"You will come for the therapy, won't you? It's important," Quinn shouts.
But she's gone, and only the subtle floral scent of Anais Anais lingers. Quinn turns to his desk with a frown and reaches for her file. "Oh, Jeez," he mutters.
The stack of therapy photos have all gone. Every last one.