And, with that, the awkward filing out of the room commences.The air has been charged for the entire hour and a half that we’ve been here.I pack up my stuff, eyeing the rest of my cookie.There’s no way I could risk taking another bite with an audience.
Finn, however, hasn’t moved from his seat.
“Did you make these?”I wave toward my half-eaten treat.His response is nothing more than a slow nod.“They’re delicious.”
“Thank you,” he rasps, still not moving from his seat.
“Here.”I shove the container holding the remaining cookies toward him.
He shakes his head, pulling his computer off the desk and settling it on his lap.“No, you take ’em.”His accent is thicker, more pronounced than usual.
“Okay.Are you, um…are you ready to go?”
“Erm, I am.”He nods, sliding his stuff into his bag, waiting for me to pass before coming to his feet.“Can I help you with your coat?”He takes it from my hand and holds it for me, guiding it up my arms and settling it on my shoulders.
“Thank you.”I have to clear my throat to make the words come out.I gather the rest of my things from my desk and pop a stray crumb in my mouth.A moan bubbles up unbidden, and I try to stifle it by pressing my hand to my lips.“Sorry,” I mumble, cheeks flaming.
Finn follows me out of the room, turning off the lights and closing the door behind us.He walks me to my car and gets the door for me—just like he did for the ladies.
“I guess I’ll see you…later?”I don’t know why that comes out as a question.I mean, I assume I’ll just see him back here in a couple of days.
“Sure.”He nods at me, tight-lipped, and closes my door.
Finn steps back, and as I pull out of the lot, he’s still standing in that same spot.Bag slung over his shoulder, jacket clutched at his waist, shivering in the winter cold.
10
“Your place or mine?”
“Both.You go to your place, and I’ll go to mine.”
Finn
Ihope to God she didn’t notice my struggle, my discomfort.But Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, when she moaned around that cookie, my cock was paying attention and didn’t seem to want to let the issue go.Instead, I sat there, imagining the sounds she’d make with my lips around her clit.
Christ, I wasn’t sure I had it in me to behave like a gentleman and not slip back into the tried-and-true methods that have yet to fail me.Until now.She seems impervious to my usual charms.
Today was different though.She didn’t just dismiss me like usual.Maybe Virginia is right about tempering my approach.
Addie’s eyes didn’t hold the same disdain that they had in the past.It was like she appreciated my manners.But, fuck me, when she made thehugecomment, it took everything I had and a quick reminder from my cheer squad to bite my tongue.
Much as I would love to get a handle on mysituation, I’ve traded a lot of shifts with Jimmy, and I need to go to the pub and work.And shake myself out of this slump I’ve been in.
Maybe Virginia was mistaken about Addie’s interest, though.Aidan is off his tits in love and thinks everyone should fall in line with that.I probably just need to find a lovely someone to help ease my suffering, to take my mind off relationships.
* * *
Noneof them strike my fancy.Not a single one.
Not a second glance.
Not a twitch.
Nothing.
The only thing that interests me and might possibly occupy my thoughts is another whiskey.I’ve already drunk more than my share tonight.But, as I pour another measure into my glass, the door opens, and finally, there’s a reason to smile.
“Hey.I, um…” She approaches the corner of the bar and nervously looks around.“I brought your container back.”She sets the plastic box on the counter.Nods and turns toward the door.
