Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Apparently so.
I get up and go to open the door. Shouting for him to come in feels too much like an invitation for more. I steel myself and pull the door open. Finn is no longer in his suit and tie. He is wearing a pair of fashionable looking jeans and a white t-shirt. He smiles when I open the door and I feel my pussy clench.
“Get changed,” Finn says. “I’m taking you out for dinner.”
His comment should piss me off. It wasn’t so much an invitation as it was a demand. Yet, I suddenly find it hard to be mad with him. I still wasn’t about to go on a date with him though, because as much as that is what I would want it to be, I know to him it won’t be that. I shake my head. “I’ll take a rain check. I’m kind of tired and I was just going to have an early night.”
“Ok, another time then,” he replies.
He starts to move away from the door, but he looks so crestfallen it makes me feel awful. He is trying to alleviate any awkwardness between us, and I’m making it worse. I know what’s happening here. I’m letting my sudden crush on him make me act out and I don’t much like myself when I become that person. “Finn, wait,” I call.
He turns back, looking hopeful.
“I’m really not up for getting dressed up and going out, but if you order in, we could hang out.”
He smiles at me, a warm, totally masculine, drop dead gorgeous smile. “Sounds good to me. I need to make a quick phone call. Why don’t you go grab the menus and see what sounds good?”
I smile and nod. Maybe this will be okay after all. There isn’t any awkwardness between us, and I am a grown woman dammit. I can control myself.
I watch Finn heading for his bedroom and then I make my way through to the living room. I keep going, heading to the kitchen, opening the top drawer, and pulling out a handful of menus. I go and sit down at the dining room table. I flick through the menus then begin sorting them into a maybe and a definite no pile. I narrow my maybe pile down into two menus and jump slightly when I notice Finn standing beside me.
“Will you stop sneaking around?” I laugh nervously.
He pulls out a chair and sits down at the table. “But it’s so much fun startling you,” he mocks
I roll my eyes good naturedly and point to the two menus. “I’m torn between Mexican and Thai. What do you like?”
“I could go for some Thai.”
“Then it’s settled then. Thai, it is,” I say.
Finn picks up the Thai menu. “Should I order their dragon surprise meal and we’ll have a bit of everything?”
Seeing his long eyelashes rest on his cheek makes my heart flutter and I nod speechlessly when he looks up at me.
Finn moves away from the table and goes out onto the balcony where he paces up and down as he talks on the phone. He’s changed into a pair of navy blue tracksuit bottoms and a different t-shirt. The t-shirt is big on him the kind you wear when you just want to be comfortable.
It makes me feel slightly better about the fact I’m still wearing my pajamas.
Finn comes back inside a few minutes later, sliding the door closed behind him.
“You know, even when you’re just ordering food you pace about like you’re in the middle of a major call,” I point out.
He grins. “It is a major call. I’m hungry.”
I laugh and shake my head.
He heads over to the mini bar. “Do you want a drink?”
“I’d love a glass of rose if you have any.”
“Your wish is my command,” he drawls with a wink.
If only.
He bends down to the little fridge beneath the bar and comes out with a dark bottle. He opens it with a flourish, even though it’s a screw cap, and pours me a large glass full. He pours himself a whiskey and nods towards the living room area.
I get up and follow him to the couch, instantly aware of what happened last time we were sitting here.
Finn hands me my glass and smiles at me. “We return to the scene of the crime.”
I feel myself blushing slightly and I take a drink of the wine rather than having to respond to him. I mean what would I even say?
“Look Ashley, when we first met, we didn’t much like each other and we were both sure that wouldn’t change. But I think it has. I think we’ve both seen sides to each other that we didn’t know were there and it’s changed things slightly. And clearly, we do find each other attractive.” He pauses and smiles at me.